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Part 2 Leo (my boyfriend) and me knew our way around, so we grabbed our towels and headed upstairs to the gloryhole. Men, backs against the walls of the small passages, groped our asses or caressed the lump of our dicks as we fray our way from one booth to another. In my dismay, I realized that all the booths were taken. Shit! The place was really crowded. “You a cocksucker?” came a soft voice from the left side. I turned around to find a tall man, a good 4 inches over my 5’10”, nice haircut, in the 30s, a little fat on the hips, but hairier than any man I had ever seen! From his neck down, a dense carpet of hair was disappearing under the towel wrapped at his waist. “No sexy treasure tail for this guy”, I thought. He was looking at me with a frantic look. I turned my head back for Leo, but he was nowhere to be seen. The man did not wait for an answer and was putting pressure on my shoulders with one hand, and removing his towel with the others. Surely, he didn’t want me to blow him in the open? More pressure. His soft cock and balls were hidden by a hairy bush, not a monster cock. No sign of excitement, thought. Definitely straight. I had his cock in my mouth before my knees touched the floor. It was strange to suck a cock with so much hair, but I was happy. Not more than 5 minutes in the bathhouse and I was sucking my first cock of the weekend. A good sign! And with all the people here, I might go to cocksucker’s heaven before I leave tomorrow. After the second or third suction with my tongue darting the piss slit, I got a positive response! The guy was getting hard, but it wasn’t growing, it wasn’t getting thicker. Neither a grower or a shower… Just a little bigger than my thumb! Hard as a nail. I don’t mind small cocks, it’s less challenging and, sometime, fun. Then, with a guttural grunt, he came! One shot, a mouthful. Wow! I swallowed like a good cocksucker should. A second shot, another mouthful. Fuck! I swallowed again with a loud “gulp”. Then a third, almost a mouthful. “Hmmm”, I thought, “small thing hides larger ones”. I swallowed again. Then nothing. I nursed the cock for few leftovers, but nothing. The cock had regain its softness. The man squeezed his way out of the small audience that had gathered, then another cock was shoved in my mouth. I looked up to my assailant. He was a fat guy and I was unable see his face. Another cock on the small side. He tried to face fuck me. Unpleasant. I pulled back and stood up, dissolving the small crowd of voyeurs. No signs of Leo. I decided to look for him when a man caught my attention. “Thank god you are here!” said the mid-fifty man with a grey goatee. “Hey!” I only responded, unsure who the guy was. “I came early hoping to find you when suddenly the place got invaded”. He glanced around as if to reaffirm what he had just said. “I was afraid of something bad would happen to me”. I looked at the man and I had to admit he was cute. I know we don’t say ‘cute’ for a guy his age, but he was in my definition. Out of place in such crowd, but a handsome man. “We know each other?” I asked cautiously. He looked at me strangely before answering. “Yeah, you sucked me last time I was here. Well, I mean, it was my first time, but it was also the last one. And was hoping that you would like, you know…” he pointed down with his eyes toward his crotch. I smile genuinely, and replied “So, you did arrive early? Did you reserved a room by any chance?” “Yes I did” “And when was that? I asked squinting. “Less than an hour ago. And since I didn’t know when I would find you I took a full-day room” he replied anxiously. At that moment, I couldn’t have put a bigger smile on my face. I stretch my arm around his waist and pulled the man into me. “I would love to suck you again, daddy! Lets go.” *** Leo had found himself dragged by a beefy guy out of the gloryhole section toward the slings on the opposite side of the bathhouse. “You’ll do” was the only thing he said. Leo tried to get my attention, but his voice was lost in the incessant whispering and indecent slurping of a busy gloryhole. The couple received both strange and interested looks as they walked. Between the slings, Leo was bent and pushed flat on his stomach on an ass-level bench that have seen better days. Another man pulled the towel and cuffed his hand on his lower back. “Don’t move if you know what is good for you” said beefy. “Hey, let me…” Leo was muzzled by a smelly poppered-rag and few rounds of duct tape. Leo tried to stand up only to receive a sharp slap on his bare ass. Beefy’s head was next to his ear “If you want more, let me know.” At 21 years old, Leo was a top and had never put anything in his ass except for tip of his little finger. In other words, he was a virgin. When he felt two hands spreading is ass, he feared of what would happen. A fat-digit full of lube was unceremoniously shoved in his hole which triggered an agonizing scream from Leo. “Feel that, pussycat?” Beefy was finger-fucking him. Leo felt a mild burning and was relieve when Beefy pulled out his finger. The reprieve was short as the digit, reloaded with lube, made its second entry. Beefy was enjoying this. “Don’t worry, in few minutes, you will crave for my finger to be back or maybe you will beg for something bigger…” Tears were running down Leo’s face hoping for me to save him. *** In the small room, the man had revealed a very nice cut cock, already hard from anticipation and nervousness. I was slowly sucking it, making sure this one would last more than a minute. The egg-shaped balls were swinging against my chin each time I was deep throating him. I also wanted to give him the best blowjob ever and leave him highly satisfied. My motive was simple: after I drained his balls, the man would likely leave to go back home with wonderful memories, and I would recuperate the room for me! My efforts were gratified by a nice and warm load. “Oh god, it was better than last time. You are amazing”, the man said. I raised my head from his crotch. I was tempted to kiss him and share his load, but I swallowed my prize. “And was the last time”, I asked still not remembering when I sucked him. “It was in March, during spring break” he said in a thoughtful voice. “Ah yeah, I remember” I lied. I must have suck over a hundred other men since then, no wonder I don’t remember him. We chatted for few minutes, and I was ready to go for the kill, asking him for the room when he pointed to his hard cock. So, I dove back for a second round.

Any interest in a few more chapters? ------------------- The Re-Opening Watching the news was finally not quite so depressing. The covid numbers were looking really good and things were opening up again. I'd even heard that the local bathhouse was going to re-open. Like every other place, they were taking their time and there were several new rules to get inside the house of easy bottoms. I had the vaccine, but I wasn't sure I wanted to risk losing my vaxx card for few fucks. A quick look at the FAQs and it said they'd accept a pic on your phone of it, so I had that covered. Probably the hardest part was being one of the select few allowed inside. I envisioned lines like on a Saturday night during Pride. Even worse, I found out they had a 2 hour time limit so it was definitely going to be a quick visit. I wasn't the first person in line on opening night since that wasn't my style. I waited until the third day, a Saturday, and went in the afternoon. As usual it seemed to be mostly bottoms, but that didn't bother me, I'd be sure to dip my dick into as many as I could. You could tell by the energy that everyone was eager to get back into the groove and fuck like it was 2019. It was good to see some familiar faces along with new ones. I saw a few other tops having some fun as I made my rounds, checking the place out. Not much had changed other than the place looking cleaner than it had in years and the limited crowd. As I turned the corner I saw a familiar guy coming the other way. His eyes lit up when he saw me that was followed by an elbow tap. It seemed overly safe considering what a cumdump he was. While he wasn't a gorgeous guy, he made up for it by being an outstanding bottom. My guess was he was in his mid-thirties, in decent shape with a lightly furred chest. He was a few inches shorter than me, no ink or jewelry, but had a decent sized cock that I'd never seen him use. His plain face now sported a scraggly beard and I wasn't sure if it was an improvement or not. In the past, if he was there, I'd usually fuck him at least once. He was a prep guy that had taken dozens of my neg, toxic and medicated loads over the years. Unlike a lot of guys, he never got boring after a few fucks. He leaned in and whispered "Room 207 or the dark room if you want." "Oh yeah" I replied just loud enough over the music. After I finished my tour I went in search of my first target. I found him in a room on all fours. It was hard to tell initially what variety of brown skinned slut he was, but after I rubbed my hand over his hairy ass he turned his head and asked "You want this papi?" I slid my fingers between the halves of his meaty ass, pressing my finger into the pucker of his hole. "mmhmm" I replied. There seemed to be a little lube inside and if he'd been bred before, it was planted deep inside. "You neg or poz, papi?" he asked in a pretty clinical way. It didn't seem like this was starting out very well. "Poz" I replied, leaving off any qualifier and waiting for his quick shutdown. "Condom only then and you need to pull out before you cum" he said in a rather short way. "You neg?" I asked, quickly wondering why I was wasting any more time on him. "Yeah" he replied like it should have been obvious. "On prep?" I followed up. "No" he answered. I could tell he was about to add something, but I cut him off. "You better pray everyone that comes through that door is as honest as I was. Good luck, you'll need it" I replied as I turned and walked out of the room. I heard him say something but the music drowned out his voice and I really didn't care what he said. I headed off down the hall and found another guy in his room with his head hung off the raised bed. Tossing my towel over my shoulder, I rubbed my semi-hard cock over his lips. He opened his mouth and eagerly started to suck. Looking down his body he was really skinny and hairless. His pits and crotch were shaved clean and I guessed any hair he did have on his ass was long gone too. I figured he was one of the usual college aged guys that frequent this place, but the lack of hair made him look younger. He was no stranger to sucking dick though and once he proved that his tongue and lips were talented enough, I fed him some more, plowing deeper into his mouth. A few more minutes and I found he had a gag reflex and wasn't really up for deep throating a regular sized cock, much less my long and thick one. That really didn't bother me, since sucking my cock was more of a warmup and hopefully his ass would be able to take it deeper than his throat could. "Show me that ass" I growled. That wasn't how I really wanted it to come out but it did and his response was almost comical. He looked like a fish flopping on the deck of a boat trying to pull my cock out of his mouth, flip on his stomach, turn around and get up all fours to present his ass, all in less than five seconds. "Easy there, don't worry. I'm not gonna take off without givin this hot ass a try" I said, chuckling. A few guys had stopped by and poked their heads into the room but got the hint when I looked back and shook my head. With a quick flick of my leg, I closed the door so I could fuck him alone. Maybe later I'd open it back up for voyeurs or a third. "Sorry... it's just been so long since I got fucked!" he replied. There was an honesty about how he said it that I believed him. "No dick since this clusterfuck started?" I asked as I spread his ass cheeks apart and rubbed my thumb around the tight little ring. "No... my parents... ahhhh... kept me locked up at home.... ohhh fuck... until a few weeks ago when I came back to school" he replied, obviously enjoying my finger. I felt sorry for him but I could understand. There was no sense in telling him about all of the action I'd gotten over the past year and make him feel even worse. He started moaning and while it seemed like he had lubed himself, I knew he was going to need some more. I took a couple hits from my poppers and then tossed the bottle up towards his head. "Take a couple hits, you're gonna need it" I said. He huffed like a pro, knowing that months of celibacy was not a good primer for my cock. He tossed the poppers back to me and I chuckled thinking that he might need them again. Adding some spit one finger became two stretching him open. His hole was eager and it relaxed pretty quickly so it didn't take long before I had three fingers twisting inside of him. I added more spit and was making sure I wasn't too rough so he could enjoy a few fucks today. "You want this dick?" I asked "Oh god yeah... just... start easy, please" he cried out, clearly in need. That's exactly what I did. He felt the head of my cock toying with his hole before I added another gob of spit and then pushed in. He was tight, but my fingers and his experience got me inside in under a minute. Rocking my hips drove me in deeper and when I could tell the pain was getting a little much, I pulled back and added some more spit. That took care of it and I inched the rest of the way inside his tight, hungry ass. I know some of the guys I fucked would have been surprised at the gentle touch, but that was the mood I was in - two strangers enjoying their first time back at the baths in over a year. His moan when I bottomed out was deep and soulful. I stayed there a moment and then started to plow in and out. My bare cock felt so good inside this guy's tight, warm hole. With a little bit of prep, his ass was just swallowing up my cock. I was leaking quite a bit, so his hole stayed lubed. I began to plunge faster into him for a few minutes and then slowed back down. He took this as a cue and started to rock back into each of my thrusts. We kept this up for a while, each taking turns as the more forceful one until I grabbed his hips and started to pound his hole. Yeah, he grunted a bit but it never got whiny like some guys get when you really drill their ass. He never asked me to slow down, if anything he kept encouraging me to keep it up. The only problem was that it was early and I didn't want to drop my load yet. Reluctantly, I slowed the pace down and slipped my cock out. He gasped at the emptiness, but then moaned when I shoved back in. "Please... pound me again and breed me" he begged after a few minutes of slow, full stroke thrusts. "Sorry dude... I don't wanna shoot just yet" I said. All I got was a whimper in response and when I pulled back the next time, I backed away. Grabbing the popper bottle, my towel and swinging the door open, I slipped back into the hallway and went in search of my old fuckbud. I laughed to myself at how different those two meets were - one all complicated about status and the other with not a mention of it. Maybe I'd bring it up if I went back to breed him, but he didn't seem to be too worried as long as he got some dick.

In My Neighbour's Backyard By Hozzel A loud noise from the neighbour's backyard first attracted my attention. A solid thumping noise, as if someone punched metal over and over. A strange, weird noise accented each thump, like repeated grunts, with a staccato rhythm, "Uh...uh...uh..." Curious, I snuck between the leafy shrubs up to the corrugated iron fence and peered between the branches into their big back yard. Next to a big shed, the yard was littered with old cars, parts of old cars, wheels and tyres. "Oh, fuck!" I heard. The vision startled me. I hopped back, shocked and aroused at the same time. I quickly peeked over the fence again. 18-year-old Roger, the younger brother, spread face-down over the bonnet of one of an old car. His fists beat the dirty white bonnet while his bare bum and legs quivered from the hammering he received from his older completely naked brother, Flynn. Mouth open, I realized my breathing had deepened and I had become instantly solid. Flynn fucked fast and hard into his brother. I could hear his hips as they quick slapped against Roger's bare arse. I saw Flynn's fingers curl and then heard Roger yelp when he thumped the bonnet again. Between his spread legs I could just make out Roger's tight balls and stiff cock. It flopped up and down with every pelvic punch from eager Flynn. As I stared I realized Roger was pushing back in time to Flynn's heavy thrusts. They were fucking each other. Roger yelled, "Harder, harder!" and Flynn went into overdrive. Clearly no one was being forced here. The boys wanted to do this. "Hey! Not without me!" Their dad ran around the corner of the shed, dropped his board shorts and kicked them away. My mouth hung further open as I marvelled at his big hardening cock. The grey fuzz surrounding the thickening base was not enough to hide its size. Is he going to…? "What have I told you boys about doing it in the open!" Guilt and shame suddenly washed through me. I was spying on my neighbours having incestuous male sex. I was peeking, [banned word], a naughty voyeur. And they were men! I wasn't into men, although I had secretly enjoyed trans and gay porn and got off from it. I knew my straight-laced wife would throw a tizzy if she caught me with the porn or doing this. Luckily she was out shopping. I could not help myself and simply had to spy again. Peter, their bear-shaped bearded dad with a dragon tattoo on his left upper arm, stepped up behind Flynn, roughly grabbed the boy's narrow hips and thrust that great big hard thing into his son's skinny arse. He didn't take his time and ease it in, he pushed hard and grunted loud, causing Flynn to shout. "Fuck, Dad!" "There's a real bareback cock in ya now," the older man said firmly. He slammed against his older son and the late teenage son pushed against his younger brother. "I know you love it up the arse just as much as Rog." Flynn cried out as his father began to fuck like mad and let out a continuous loud moan. It escalated into a non-stop holler which quavered from his pounding. The hairy older man held his son's hips and just hammered relentlessly. Flynn shook from the body hits and Roger kept pounding the bonnet and yelping, "Shit, that's good!" That was it. Decency be damned! Intrigued, I unzipped, pulled my hard dick out and began to wank the foreskin back and forth. I watched them go at it for the next five minutes. Peter, clearly a strong fucker, never missed a beat. He never slowed or paused except to change his footing. He fucked his boy hard, with an ongoing animal growl, until, suddenly, I saw his shaking rear clench. I heard a loud grunt and watched the boys' father jam hard and deep. "Feel that? Fuckin' loading you, boy," Peter said loudly. Roger yelled something like, "You fuckin' got me goin'! Gaaa…" I glimpsed his cock jerking and guessed he was coming, too. Their dad slapped and grunted a few more times then pulled out. His singlet topped chest heaved from deep breaths. Fluid dripped from his son's arse. He turned toward me and motioned, "Come on over and join in!" I could not believe it. I was caught! Embarrassed, I scrambled back. I heard, "Come on, hop over, Ben. It's okay, isn't it boys?" Peter's bearded face appeared on the other side of the fence. "I knew you were [banned word] on us. My boys like to be fucked and they don't mind bein' watched. They do it to each other all the time. They're supposed to keep it inside but on a day like this, what can I say? Perfect weather for havin' a root outdoors." He turned and called, "Hey, boys! Would you like to have a go with Ben?" I heard thumping on the car and, "Yeah!" Then the rhythmic squeaking of the car resumed as Flynn fucked into his young brother again. "Hang on," I said, tucked myself away, and came back with a step-stool. Peter helped me over the fence. "Strip off," Peter instructed. He reached down and unbuckled my belt. "Can't fuck properly with all this gear." He quickly removed all my clothes. "You're hard as a rock," he observed, fondling my erection. It felt weird having another man paw at me, but in my aroused state, I actually liked it. Wearing flipflops only, I walked barearse naked, with their father's fingers rubbing my knob, up to the rooting lads. I had visited their home only once before and now something made sense. All the inside doors had been removed. No secrets. Easy access. I had heard yelling and even screaming before and now I knew the cause. Peter pointed, "Don't be shy, mate. My boys really like to suck and fuck. There's a nicely slick arse right there for you. Go ahead, stick it in. Or would you rather be the bottom?" He shoved me toward his sons. "Both," I stammered. I knew what he meant. Flynn pulled out of his brother, stepped to the side. I stood behind the young boy and looked down at his rear, right where his older brother's cock had just been. "Go ahead," ordered their father. "He'll love it." "Yeah," Roger chirped. "Stick it in me bum." I shook my head, stepped up and pressed the swollen head of my cock between the boy's cheeks. What the fuck was I about to do? When I hesitated, Flynn shoved me in the back and I suddenly pushed all the way into Roger. My shocked dick went in easily. One push and I penetrated deep. It felt unbelievably snug and positively marvelous. I felt Roger's internal muscles clench and clench on me as he started to move. My wife had never, ever, allowed anal sex. For that matter, sex between us had become almost non-existent for years. But now, here it was, I was doing anal for the first time, and doing it with a teenage boy, my neighbour's youngest son. Gay sex. I was not freaked out, and it felt wonderful! I would never be the same again. "Go ahead," Flynn said to me. "He likes it rough." I placed my palms on Roger's hips and, started to shove in and out. Roger grunted with each of my thrusts. "Uh…uh…uh… Fuckin' come on," he snapped. "Give it to me!" Right. I grabbed his bony hips and began to pound into him. The intense sensations mounted quickly. It wouldn't take long. I slowed, trying to draw out the feelings and my quickening climax. "Too good," I muttered. "Here," I heard Peter say, "see if you like this." He stepped up behind me and took my hips in thick-fingered hands. I stopped and felt his big cock push between my arsecheeks. Stunned, I held still and let him have his way. Flynn said, "Dad likes to fuck us when we're fucking each other." This was another wonderful fantasy: to be taken over and over by another man or a strong trans. I had dreamed what it would feel like when a real penis fucked into my guts instead of a broom handle. Now here it was and the reality felt far hotter. Peter slowly pushed into me. It felt like a huge slug invaded my body. I stood rock still, leaned over Roger, felt all the astonishing sensations, and panted while his father slowly slid his enormous prick up my rectum. This was great! When I felt his hips against my rear, he paused and said, "You're fuckin' tight. How does that feel?" "Good," I breathed. "Huge. Full." "Hurt any?" "Barely," I admitted. In fact, there was almost no pain, just the feeling of being stretched and stuffed full. I had no idea I could take that much. "Like it?" "Love it," I said truthfully, bent over his son. "Good. You must be a natural. Here goes, slut." He pulled almost out then pushed himself back into me. I let out an explosive breath. I could feel his entire cock slide in and out as he began to fuck, a fabulous carnal feeling. Soon he was fucking me quickly. This caused me to do the same to Roger. My own penis swelled further as it slipped inside the boy's arse. Peter shovelled and something inside my rear began to tingle. It felt as if an orgasm was quickly rising. In an attempt to hold off I huffed "Oof! How often do you do this?" "All the time," Flynn said. "Do you like it, Rog?" I asked. I slid my palms over the youth's bare back while Peter fucked me with short, jabbing strokes. "Fuck, yeah." "Do you ever get to do it? Get to top?" "Yeah. But I like being a cumdump best." "You do it with anyone else?" "Sure. When me mates or Flynn's mates come over. Or Dad's buddies." Their father suddenly slammed into me, knocking my breath out through my nose. "Yeah, he's a right cumdump, Roger is. Flynn, too. I'm getting' there. How're you doin'?" "Fuckin' hell, I think you're screwing my prostate," I said. "I'm coming without squirting." My body twisted in pure pleasure as a fluidless orgasm flashed through me. I had never felt anything like it before and it was unbelievable! Despite coming, my erection remained hard inside Roger's arse, and I felt as if I could do it again immediately. But I felt Peter ram himself against my buttocks, felt his enormous cock swell even further, and felt him begin to pulse inside me. Felt the strong volleys of thick warm fluid as he shot into me, over and over. It triggered my own stronger orgasm. I could no longer hold back. I yelled very loud and shot over and over into the teenage boy. "What'd ya scream like that that for?" "Better that way," I panted. "Like karate. Yelling and screaming makes it feel stronger. Greater punch." "Have to remember that at the next gangbang." The weight on my back suddenly lifted. My anus felt empty, my rear cool and exposed. Peter smacked my bum. "That your first time, mate?" "Yah." "Cool. Ready for more?" I started to stand up. My legs felt weak. I shook briefly, but I stammered, "Okay." "Anyone else want another round with our new slut? He's been broken in." Roger levered himself off the car and faced me. He was hard again. Long and thin and straight up. "I want to fuck you." "Go ahead," I heard Peter instruct. "Ben, here, is our new fucktoy." Roger stood before me, grabbed my arms roughly, and pulled my body against his. For a skinny boy, he was quite strong. Face close, I felt his hot breath then lips on mine then tongue as he tried to lick my own tongue. What the hell, I let him, and returned the passionate kiss. My hands descended to his round rump and I felt his hard cock rub against mine. He then wrestled me to the dirt. On my back, eager Roger spread my thighs with his hips and knees and proceeded to fill me nicely. Grinning, he pushed up over me and began to fuck me in earnest with long steady strokes and panting breaths. Flynn fell onto his brother. Roger paused while Flynn inserted. And then their father, his fat renewed, stepped between our legs and pushed into his older son. My legs stretched wide, I revelled in the amazing but awkward four-way fuck. "He's ours, now. Let's go, boys! Breed him! Knock him up!" "You gonna poz him, Dad?" "Why not!" Three more loads in my butt later, Flynn and Roger took turns sucking and licking me hard again. I felt ready to fuck once more. Instead of being worn out, I was super-charged, energized for the next hit of fantastic, shameless sex in my neighbour's sunny backyard. My rear tingled with only slight soreness. The boys, however, pissed off, literally leaving me with their insatiable father. Peter placed his hands on the old car, arms straight, spread his hairy legs and offered himself to me. "I'll teach ya how to bottom, ya old cunt." He did. He came hands free, too, this time screaming like a banshee. Me, too. After, as he escorted me back to my home, he said, "My buddies'll be over Saturday night. You can be the slut at the centre of our next gangbang. In fact, come over any time. We have a 'not allowed to say no' policy." I nodded and admitted, "Sounds great. Love to." I had loved it. The feeling of their cocks filling my arse still tingled nicely. I had crossed a new line in my life, one I was not about to reject. "Applies to you, too, of course. Whatever any of us wants, you have to obey." "Sure." Late that afternoon, my frumpy wife commented that I seemed in a particularly happy mood and asked what I had done during the day. "Hopped over the fence and visited the neighbours," I said. "Turns out we have a hobby in common, so I might be spending more time over there. I'm going over to watch the footy Saturday night." Visions of men taking me raw danced in my new-found wicked imagination. "That's nice, dear," she said. "Always good to have a hobby." ### July 2021 by Hozzel. This is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real event. Or is it? If you liked this scene, if it turned you on, especially if it caused a throbbing response, I would love to hear from you! Always up for email fun, too. Ping me at athenamorgansbox at gmail dot com.

Met up with a guy last night. He had sent me a pic of a very nice 8" cock. Could tell he was skinny and inked from the pic, not my usual type, but a load is a load. no question about status. Went to his place, had agreed on a dark room breeding. Got to his apartment, door was ajar, and I already knew to go down the hall and into the room on the left. The place was a bit sketchy looking. When I entered the room he told me to strip and get on the bed that was right in front of me. I had my poppers and got into the bed in all fours. He came up behind me and lubed up my hole and his cock. Told me to hit my poppers, as I did a few hits his cock was pushing into my hole. I moaned like a cheap whore as he bottomed out. I didn't get a chance to get used to his cock before he started fucking me. Within 5 minutes of hard pounding he groaned and shot his load deep in my ass. I figured that was going to be it when he started to pull out, but he then pushed back in and started fucking me some more. He lasted about 10 minutes for the second breeding before he groaned again and shot load number 2 in my hole. No sooner than he finished cunning in me he to!d me he was going to give me one more load before he was done using my ass. He started fucking me again like a man in a mission and shot his third load in my ass. He pulled out and I could feel the cum dripping out of my hole. I got dressed and left with three loads deep in my ass. By the time I got home, I had a big wet spot on the seat of my shorts...oink!

Chapter 11 As I looked over at Duke I noticed he already had two tallys and had another guy in him already. Duke I could tell was smiling even though he had a cock in his mouth. He was the perfect pig. The passion he had on his face and as he was serving these cocks even shocked me. I knew he was a piglet but this was even blowing my mind. That happiness never seemed to leave his face regardless of the cock in him (mouth or ass). He truly recognized that his sole role is to service guys and collect their cum. The number of people waiting to get a piece of his hole was impressive. Clearly they could see the piggy side of him and wanted a piece :-D. Then I looked back over at Austin. I couldn't help my thoughts from how did he even find himself here. How did I not know he was gay or at least curious I guess. What is he going to think after this is all over. Did he know from the start I was gay? Then my thought got interrupted by this stranger talking to me. "What do you think?" I responded, "Sorry, I wasn't listening. What do I think about what?" "Well you're that kids father right? I think I heard him say that after his blindfold was taken off." "Yes, I am and I had no idea he was going to be here." "Well since you are his dad I figured I would ask you if you wanted to help me share my gifts with him." "What gifts do you have to share?" "Well I have a high viral load. I also have chlamydia and gonno, as you can see from that little drip that's coming out of my dick right there. God my cock burns from them but I didn't want to start treatment until after tonight's fun. I also recently found out I have syphilis too - there is a chancre right back in my ass region. How do you feel about helping me really gift your son?" "What about Duke over there? I think he'd appreciate that more than Austin there. I mean look at him he's like a dead fish over there. He is not nearly as fun." "Yeah, that's why I figured I would share with him. It'd make it hot having his own father help me gift him. Show him his role too like the other dude clearly already knows and accepts." "Are you going to do it regardless if I help or not?" "Yeah, but figured it would be hotter with you." "Fine, lets do it. He is kind of embarrassing me acting like a dead fish." We both went over to Austin. Austin looks at me with a look that could kill and then proceeded to start telling what an asshole I am. How he couldn't believe I would do this to him. I bent down and whispered in his ear "you better be nice to me cause I am going to be help this guy who has just about every disease pass them on to you. So the harsher you are the more I will make sure they take." Austin started getting louder and trying to get himself out of the sling. I just looked down and grinned. "ok, you asked for it." 🙂

The Old Cemetery Chapter Eight The sun was blazing when I finally woke up. Looking at the clock, it read a quarter to twelve. Fuck, I slept almost to noon. I hope the parents are not too suspicious about me sleeping in. I crept out of my room after pulling on a pair of shorts and headed to the bathroom to piss. Passing their room, I noticed the door was slightly open. I glanced in but saw nothing. I went to the bathroom and pissed. “Mother?” I called out as I stepped out of the restroom, “Father?” No reply. I made my way to the kitchen. It was there that I found a note that said that they had taken a day trip to the bigger town three hours away for supplies. They left early and would be home a bit late. It was at the end of the note that I saw Father had written, clean out his shed. It was getting a bit messy and dirty. I headed back to my room for a shirt and shoes, then decided to say fuck it to the shirt and slipped on my shoes. The faster I got this done, the faster I could jack my cock to visions of last night in the mausoleum. The door to the shed was unlocked and creaked open as I pulled it. Fuck, better oil that. My father always said, “The devil was in the details.” I wondered what the fuck did that mean. I started pulling out boxes of crap from the shed, stacking them on the lawn. I had gotten pretty much everything out, when I noticed that just to the right of his workbench was a loose panel. My first thought was I better fix that. I went over and removed the panel. That’s when I found it. It was a hidden room, no bigger than a closet. There was an old desk chair in it, as well as boxes on shelves higher up. I went in and took a seat. I looked up over the opening and almost fell out of the the chair. Hanging on a hook was a death mask identical to the ones that all the men wore last night. I was positive it was just like theirs. I looked around and saw a small box, thin and tall behind the chair. Opening it, I discovered a black cape with a hood, just like the ones from last night. I was shaking now and had butterflies in my stomach. Fuck, was Father part of this group. Was he there last night? Was he the mysterious Mr. X? I looked in the small boxes on the shelves all around. The first box was filled with straight porn magazines. I opened the second one and found man on man porn. Fuck, was Father straight, gay or bisexual? I continued looking through the boxes and found more and more man on man porn. Each box had a theme it seemed. The first was muscle men, then hairy muscle, then blow jobs, and fucking. The last box made my dick hard as a rock. It was Daddies and boys. Older men with younger boys (all of age). I was shocked. What the fuck was all this? Is this where he disappeared to in the evening? I carefully put everything back where it was when I entered. I left the room and put the panel back in place. I finished my task of cleaning and reorganizing the shed. Carefully leaving the area in front of the panel clear of boxes or hard to move items. I went back in the house and grabbed a quick bite to eat, then headed to Mac’s. Peddling as fast as I can, I zipped in front of the glass windows and headed to the side of the station to the men’s room. I went in, hearing the buzzing of the light bulbs. I went into the stall, dropped my shorts and sat on the nasty toilet and waited. Glancing through the glory hole every now and then. I heard the door open and foot steps come in, straight to the urinal on the other side of the partition and the glory hole. “Something on your mind, boy” Mac asked. Staring through the hole, I watched him unzip his coveralls and pull out his cock, which was semi hard. “I found Father’s hidden room in the shed.” “Did ya now” he said, “what was in there” “Porn” “That all boy” “No,” I replied. “Spill it,” he said. “A mask and hooded cape like everyone was wearing last night” “That so” “Is he one” “One of what, boy” he said stroking his cock. “One of y’alls” “Can’t really say” he said, turning and pointing his hard cock at the hole. “Is he Mr. X” I asked quickly. “So that’s what’s really on your mind boy” he said evilly, “You wanna know if your Daddy ripped your hole wide open” “Yes” I replied, swallowing hard, watching his big thick, uncut cock slowly push through the glory hole. I licked my lips and then I slid my tongue into his foreskin, tasting the piss, sweat and pre-cum inside. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock and started to suck. My mouth filled up with spit as I slowly moved up and down the shaft. He was moving his cock in and out of the hole, we had a good rhythm going. He would push in as I moved forward, pushing his cock into my throat. “Secrecy is key with our group boy,” he said grunting as my mouth worked his hard cock. I moaned around his thick shaft. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and back on his side of the glory hole. “Yes Sir” I replied. “We don’t need some of the busy body old hens knowing that boys like you are used by men like us, seeded and damaged for everyone” “No Sir” His cock slowly came back through the glory hole. I immediately engulfed it and slid it down my throat. “As for Mr. X’s identity” that will remain a mystery until he wants you to know who he is” He pulled his cock out and put it back in his overalls and zipped up. “Be here at eleven tonight” he ordered, “I have plans for you” He left and I sat there for about five minutes then headed home to prepare for tonight before the parents got home. As I passed in front of the glass window, I could see Mac on the phone. He grabbed his hard cock through his coveralls as I passed.

When I fuck my boy, Drew late at night in bed, I pump my seed up his ass and stay inside him. Especially when he's face down, I fall asleep on top of him enjoying my boy's hole on my cock. Gets me hard again.

Please be gentle this is my first story: Park Toilets, The First Visit After having had two girlfriends, at the age of 30 I was starting to explore my bi side by chasing cock in public toilets and I was starting to realise I enjoyed sex with guys far more than I had with females. Sex with guys I found to be much more intense and also appealed to my nasty side. In a gay bar one day I overheard two guys talking about some toilets in a park on the other side of town that had been closed down three years ago and were now overgrown. Apparently someone had forced open the door and the toilets which were well hidden were now being used by the more sleazy type of guys, especially after it got dark as there was no lighting in there. One guy saying that mostly older guys some of whom were HIV used these toilets and that he had heard that hardly anyone in there ever used a condom. Now I was still new to sex with guys and had only been fucked twice, both times I had insisted on the other guy wearing a condom as I did not want to catch anything and on hearing the way guys behaved in these toilets I was somewhat disgusted. However after a couple of weeks my mind kept returning to what the two guys in the bar had said and each time I thought about what was going on in the toilets I was not as disgusted as the previous time. Although I would not admit it to myself after a month I was getting turned on by the thought of the nastiness of the guys in there, fucking strangers bareback etc., I felt my cock twitch each time I thought about what guys were doing in there and decided I would visit the toilets just to have a look. So with a day off work I decided to go to the other side of town and see if the stories were true. Arriving at the park mid afternoon it took me some time to find the toilets as they were quite overgrown, but someone had made a small gap in the hedge for guys to climb through. I went in through the half open door, which was bent over and wedged and before I could take anything in, the most revolting smell of stale piss hit me. It was obvious that guys still used the toilets but there was now no water to clean them. Going in round the corner of the toilets I saw there was a long floor trough and three cubicles, all of which had their doors smashed, but there was no one was inside. I breathed both a sigh of relief and of disappointment at finding the toilets empty, at this stage I was still not sure what I wanted if anything, but the nastiness of the place did have an attraction to my more depraved twisted side. I hung round for about 20 minutes, but with no one coming in I got bored and decided to leave and found a nearby bar. After having had three pints I was feeling slightly tipsy and hornier than ever. I walked out of the bar intending to get a taxi back home, but found myself walking back towards the park. It was almost dark as I re-entered the park and in the dark struggled to find the gap in the hedge, having found the gap I went back into the now dark toilets and sensed more than saw two bodies at the far end. I slowly edged towards the two bodies and as I got close in the dim moonlight I saw both guys were naked. They were both kissing each other as they wanked each others cocks. Looking closer at the two guys I shuddered as I saw they were both unattractive, their bodies looked drained and obviously both guys were over 60 years of age. Despite my disgust at these two ugly old farts, I couldn't stop my cock getting hard at the nastiness of the situation of two old naked men having sex in the most disgusting toilets I had ever been in. As I was watching the two guys one beckoned to me and then put his hand around my head and started to kiss me, gently at first, but then started sticking his tongue down my throat. I couldn't believe how hot and horny this felt and despite his age I just couldn't stop myself from returning his tongue action. The other guy started to strip off my clothes and before I really thought about it all my clothes were on the top of theirs and here I was a 30 year old man naked with two naked decrepit old guys over twice my age. But amazingly despite their outward looks of tired drained old bodies both had really big, hard and horny looking cocks, which I was soon sucking. As I was bent over sucking one of the guy's cocks, the other guy started to rub his cockhead over my brown hole, this was the first time I had felt a bare cock rub my hole and I loved the sensation it gave me. He then started to work one then two fingers up inside me and I realised he was getting my hole loosened to fuck me, I did stop sucking the other guy's cock and turned and told him I would only be fucked with a condom, to which he replied that he didn't have a condom and that he would just play around and once again started rubbing his cock over my hole. The guy whose cock I was sucking handed me a bottle, I had heard of poppers but never used them, but with the nastiness of the situation this seemed the perfect time to try them. Wow, I could not believe the buzz they gave me, as the guy behind me said "Don't panic I am just pushing it in an inch so you can see how bare cock feels" and with that he sunk his cockhead an inch or maybe a bit more into my unprotected cunt. I was given another hit of the poppers as the guy behind kept moving his large cockhead in and out of me and any pain I had originally felt soon disappeared and I was starting to enjoy the feel of his old cock inside me as he pushed even more of his large cock into me. I was both excited and afraid at the thought of having unprotected sex and said to him "What ever you do, please don't cum inside me". He replied "Don't worry I wont" and started thrusting a bit faster in me. As I continued sucking the cock of the guy in front of me, he started to piss straight into my mouth, which I began to swallow. Piss as much as anything gets me horny and with the nastiness of the place, being fucked by a dirty old man and kept being given poppers I was getting to the point where I lost all my inhibitions. I could feel the guy behind me speeding up, in a moment of sanity I asked him whether he was neg or poz, he replied, "I'm poz". The guy in front immediately gave me another hit on the poppers and I could not believe myself when I said, "Do whatever you want, I have gone past caring". The old guy fucking me said, "Do you want my poz load in you". I shouted back, "Infect me if you want, shoot your poz cum deep inside me, knock me up, I want to be pozzed" and with that I heard him groan and moan and felt his cum shooting inside my unprotected body. It was less than a week before I returned to the toilets looking for more nasty fun.

My biological father was killed in a car accident when I was 10 years old, leaving my mom and me on our own. My mom struggled as a single mom for a couple years, but she was miserable without a man in her life, so it was hardly surprising to me when she started to date again. What was very surprising was that when she finally picked a second husband, she chose Bud. My dad had been an incredibly intelligent, cultured, and soft-spoken academic, and Bud...wasn't. My dad used to spend hours on the weekend absorbed in books, but Bud was more the type to spend hours on a chair in front of the TV, drinking beer (and if we were lucky, he'd be wearing pants). But he was nice to my mom, and nice to me, and my mom stopped worrying all the time and seemed more relaxed. I know that some people, in particular my biological father's family, used to question her decision to remarry so soon and why she chose a man so unlike my father, but she just used to say, "He makes me laugh" and leave it at that. I did overhear her talking to a friend once, who asked the same question, and instead of her usual answer, she replied, "Because when I'm riding his monster cock, I can cum two or three times for every time he does." I didn't really get it at the time, but like I said, she was happy and relaxed, and so I was too. I asked Bud one time, before he married my mom, what his real name was. He told me that his parents had wanted everyone to like him, so they named him Buddy. But as he got older, he shorted it to Bud. Then he told me how, even though he knew that he could never replace my father, my mom was very important to him, and so that meant that I was very important to him too. He knew that having a man around was very important to a boy in his teen years, so he hoped that I would soon feel comfortable to talk to him about anything. He was so sincere, and my mom was so invested in this new relationship, that I bypassed the stage where most step-kids resent the new man in the house. Even so, although Bud and I tried, but when it came down to it, we had very little in common. I was very much my father's son: quiet and introspective, shy and lacking confidence, not in the best shape, whereas Bud was loud, brash, in-your-face, a proudly self-proclaimed redneck. Even so he'd pretend to take an interest in my schooling, and I'd pretend to enjoy watching football with him, and we had a friendly relationship, which was a relief because I started having some interesting changes happening to my body around then, and he was right, it was nice having a male friend to talk to about it. He got me through wet dreams and pubic hair, masturbation and shaving, all without a scratch (literally). It was interesting, but as Bud's and my friendship got stronger, his relationship with my mom got worse and worse, and so did mine. I think that she envisioned that her second marriage would be mostly about the two of them, with me just hovering on the periphery keeping out of their way. But Bud wasn't having that - we were a family unit. So the two of us got closer, and my mom's jealousy drove her further and further away. It got to the point that when I was 16, and I finally admitted to myself that maybe thinking about the quarterback at school while jacking off meant that I was gay, that Bud was the first one that I told. He hugged me, told me that he loved me, and that he was proud of me, and told me that I might want to hold off on telling my mom until things got better. I was so relieved that he was okay with it, given his proud identity as a redneck, but he just told me, "I think of you like my own son. You are mine, and I'm not getting rid of you that easily". This new insider knowledge made us even closer, causing all sorts of whispered conferences just out of mom's hearing, and private jokes - it wasn't that surprising that she packed up and took off one day. When my mom left, Bud made it clear to everyone, especially me, that he considered me his son and was planning on keeping me with him for the next couple of years until I was 18. I was so relieved that I wasn't going to be uprooted, or lose another parent, but he just hugged me and said, "I told you, I'm not getting rid of you that easily." Since he started working long hours to make up for the loss of the second income, I started picking up my mom's extra work around the house. It wasn't easy, because I kept fucking it up for one reason or another, but Bud was very quick to kindly correct me and get me back on track. He became more and more of a guiding hand over the the next two years, and I spent more and more time with him, because he made me feel good about myself, even though I kept screwing everything up. We talked about college sometimes, and I told him that even though my grades were good enough to go anywhere on a full ride, I wanted to go to the college in town so that I could live at home and take care of him. He agreed to the idea, saying, "I'm not getting rid of you that easily" and chuckling over that old joke. Then, my 18th birthday came around, and everything changed. I woke up the morning of my 18th birthday to a strange tickling sensation. I was startled to find Bud sitting on my bed, in just his jockeys and his ever-present trucker's cap. It was shocking because Bud had always stressed that my room was MY place, and he never entered without permission, until this morning. He was, as I said, sitting on my bed pretty close to naked (I was completely naked, as I had started sleeping that way every summer), and the tickling sensation was his middle finger, slick with lube, sliding back and forth up and down my ass crack. I was paralyzed by the bizarre nature of the situation, so when Bud put his other finger to his lips in the classic "Shh" signal, I obeyed. Then he slid his finger into my hole, and I had to let out a gasp. Even though I was 18, and had known I was gay since I was 16, I was still a virgin. This, ironically, had been advice from Bud - that you only get one first time, so make sure that it's special. So, Bud's probing digit was the first thing to ever enter my hole, and it wasn't the most pleasant intrusion. I tried to wiggle away, but he put a first grip on the leg closest to him and I was stuck. He figured out when he hit my prostate based on my reaction - my eyes got very wide, and I lost my breath. Then he pulled most of the way out and then slammed his finger into my teen G spot again...and again...and again. After three minutes of this, my dick decided it couldn't take anymore and I came, sobbing a little with the intensity of it. I was pretty sure at this point, because I knew with 100% certainty that Bud was straight, that this was a really vivid wet dream - like a birthday present from the universe. So when he reached out and scooped up my cum off my chest, and held it out to me on dripping fingers, I obediently opened my mouth and starting sucking his hand clean. I heard from his end of the bed the snap of a cap, and the pop of a Ziploc bag opening, but was so focused on doing a good job that I didn't pay attention until his fingers (this time middle and index) slid into me again. This time the intrusion burned more than before, and it staying warm even after the initial burn. In fact, by the time he was deep as my prostate again, my whole ass felt like it was smoldering. The shock from my prostate felt ten times better, and when he pulled all the way out, my ass had never felt so empty. The pop of the Ziploc again, and his fingers were back - this time the smoldering turned into a full-on blaze of lust. My ass needed to be filled, and stretched, and used. I was making little noises in the back of my throat, and when he pulled his fingers out of my hole again, they got louder. Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." Coming soon - part 2.

Is apparently reopening. [think before following links] https://www.washingtonblade.com/2021/07/19/crew-club-plans-to-reopen-in-existing-14th-street-building/

i've made threads about loving being fucked on my stomach but the best part is when he stays inside of me. idk why but i just love the way it feels to hold his dick all the way up my ass even after he's exploded. does anyone else really love/appreicate this moment? i get such a rush and feel like i could stay cuddled up like this all day long. if you really like the guy it can be an amazingggg bonding experience too 😉

Part 1 “Why are you doing this?” he asked me. “Doing what?” as I rolled my eyes for the ‘n’ time as we were having this conversation. Again. “Doing stuff with the old trolls?” he retorqued. “Why not?” replying with a question. “They are men, with cocks, balls and asses like you and me” “You are 20 and they are what, hundred years old?” “So? A nice cock in my ass has no age” I replied, proud of my wisdom. “Yeah, can they still even get hard?”, he mockingly replied. “Most of them yes and unlike many guys our age, they know how to use a cock to please a guy. It’s not just a big-bang macho-type fuck you. They really appreciate the time I gave them, and they return it well. If they can’t get hard, well I let them nurse my cock as long as they want, lick my balls until they are smooth and shiny, and I can fuck them if they feel like it, giving them a nice special hot sauce load deep in their asses. And then, continue to fuck them until I whip my cum in a creamy coating all over my dick and fed it back to them like a nice dessert to a sugar-starving diabetic. It is a win-win situation.” “Well, most of them have a flabby stomach, they are old man with denture, wrinkled and have grey hair.” He said in disdainful voice. “Like we will one day” I replied in an amused voice. “Ever had a toothless man sucking on your cock? Probably not. And, when was the last time you suck my cock for 3 consecutive hours? Edging me an entire afternoon to slowly catch my cum in your mouth like it was the last nectar on earth? Rimming, licking and tonguing my sweaty arse after my Sunday morning run? “Huh… never” he said hesitantly. “That’s my point. When we are together, we have amazing sex. And I mean it. This, well, it is another sex dimension. I like older men for what we bring to each other. Like you do with those muscled gym rat.” The day had been really warm in Montreal. It was still early afternoon as my boyfriend and I walked in the bathhouse. It would be like most Fridays, where we could catch 2 or 3 straight guys each, right off work, stopping by to drop a load in our hungry mouth or asses before returning to their girlfriend or family. Few of them were regulars. There were a lot of tourists from Ontario this week again, so we might get lucky and get an extra fuck or two before the night start. I would spend the rest of the night until way after dawn the following day, seeking senior men. As I like to take my time, they fitted the bill. My boyfriend was more the gangbang-type, even more if they had a little muscle on them and a big muscle down there. *** “Full. Completely” repeated the punk at the reception, as he playfully pull on his nose ring while the other hand, what I presumably assumed by the light movement of his arm, was down in the front of his pants. “Impossible, you must be joking” my boyfriend replied incredulously. “I know, it’s crazy. No more rooms or lockers available. We’re full.” he said, openly feeling himself in front of us. “I am already hard thinking at what might happen tonight with all these people”. Four guys entered behind us, making a line in the small entrance. “You must let us enter. We’ve been coming here every week for the last 2 years” my boyfriend added. “No can do. It’s full” he said apologetically. His last remark perks up some interests from the guys behind us, and they started paying attention to our conversation. “I have an idea. We will strip here and put our clothes in my bag, and you keep it behind the counter” I said. “Whoa, whoa… I can’t…” his voice got lost in the guys cheering’s. No sooner said, the 4 guys started to strip right there. I nudged my boyfriend and not wanting to be the last, we got naked in less time than an orgasm last. “Holy shit” the punk exclaimed, extending his head over the counter to take a [banned word] on us and the other guys. “You can’t be naked here! Fucking hell! Get in through the door here and hand me your bags before you get arrested!” Another round of cheers and laughs were heard from the guys. I turned my head to get another look at the naked guys. The one closer to me had a tattoo covered-body, ear and nipples pierced, a long and thin soft cock armed with a two-headed PA, like a bullhorn-shape, nested in a semi-retracted foreskin. Yummy. When I looked back, his babyface was smiling back. He leaned in to fully kiss me on the lips, but last second, he pushed his tongue forcefully in my mouth. The kiss lasted only few seconds, but like the song says: “With all these sick thoughts in my head I'm going evil in the brain”, I returned the sloppy kiss. I broke out and got closer, putting my mouth to his ear: “Hmmm… Nice piercings by the way” as I gave a thug at his warm cock.

I seem to have a theme going this month with storage closets and black tops. My first encounter, involving a different top, can be found in this thread on July 18. Today I was heading to a nearby suburb for a medical appointment. The last time I went, about six weeks ago, I got a hit on Grindr by a black top who is a maintenance man in that building. I had not been expecting to get fucked that day, and was fully cleaned out that day, but I still met him then, in a storage closet in the parking garage for which he had a key, and I gave him a bj and he played with my ass a bit. Today I had another appointment in the same building and this time I was ready. I got up earlier than usual to thoroughly clean out, and I hit him home on grinder to see if he wanted to meet up after my appointment. The timing was right for him, and we met in the same storage closet. This time he fucked and bred me. The one strange thing about the encounter was that he is into race play and wanted me to call him the N word while he was ducking me. It worked for him though and he bred me with a nice load. After round one, he stroked himself hard while I continued to call him names, and he fucked a second load into me. I ended up with a nice wet spot on my as on the way home.

Agreed. While I do rim, I find that most of my oral skills are spent on sucking the dick. For me, I’d rather the Top rim me than suck me off. Psychologically, it just feels “more right” that he eat my ass, like how a str8 dude would eat a girl’s pussy before fucking her. It sets the tone, telling me that the Top doesn’t care about my boy parts, it’s my hole that he craves. He eats it, fucks it, and nuts in it, done deal. My “conventional” pleasure and orgasm is not even considered, which I can appreciate because I’d rather get a p-spot orgasm over a conventional one anyway. I know a Top with a particularly long and skinny tongue that rims me like no other. I swear, he gets his tongue so far up in me that he practically licks my prostate. He makes me dizzy when he eats me out. He also has an equally long, skinny cock. I prefer cocks on the girtthier side, but he goes so far in me that his dick pushes past my s-curve and makes my stomach look like the chest buster scene from Aliens when we fuck. One of the hottest rimming episodes I had was when another bottom I know called me over to have a threesome with his husband. We were still in foreplay when I started rimming my friend’s hubby while my friend sucked him off. He suddenly grabbed both our heads and pulled us into him. He groaned loudly and I felt his hole clench on my tongue as he (as he claimed) to bust the biggest nut he ever had. The hubby’s knees buckle and he falls onto the bed. I lock eyes with my friend and it’s like we pass a telepathic message to each other. We switch places and he starts to rim while I swallow the husband’s semi hard cock down my throat. He tries to push us off but we stay in the groove. A couple of minutes later, the hubby is convulsing uncontrollably as he busts another load while my nose is in his pubes, his cock all the way down my throat. After we were done, he was a quivering sweaty, mess. It took him a while to recompose himself to actually get to fucking us.

You are literally a human fucktoy and cumdumpster

guys rarely have a chance to do this with me. usually after a guy cums in me he pulls his cock out and leaves or watches while the next guy slides into me. either that or they pull out and I leave their apt, having no idea what the man who just bred me looks like or they pack away their cock and leave me there naked in an alley or a park or a porntheatre with their fresh hot cum dripping from my sloppy pussy.

Between the ages of 10 & 12 I started exploring my dad's naked body while he was passed out drunk. Dad was a construction worker, who had a hard muscular body from 10-12 hours of physical labor each day, constant sweating from working in the sun, and a diet of alcohol instead of food. I started with just looking at his body, proceeded to lightly touching it, and soon started exploring it with me mouth and tongue. Over time as I learned to read the signs of how drunk he was I became bolder with my exploration of his body and started licking his armpit, nipples, cock, balls, and ass. However, eventually I got too bold and sloppy, and either did not wait for him to pass out or he was not as drunk as I thought he was. In any event, he "woke up" to find me slurping on his cock. At first he was angry and wanted to know what I was doing. I claimed I seen his cock was leaking and I was afraid he was going to start pissing on the couch again, which he once did when he was passed out drunk. It lead to many arguments with him and my mother. They fought all the time because of his drinking. He started to sleep on the couch in the den as she locked him out of their bedroom. I told him I did not want mom to be angry with him again. I think he was touched I tried to "protect" him but also angry that he woke up to find his youngest son has his father's cock in his mouth. My father said as long as I was going to swallow his piss while he was passed out, I should get my mouth back on his cock, and he started pissing. I started swallowing. I was used to drinking piss as I often drank my own back then. Dad's piss tasted weak due to all beer and shots he drank that evening. Although his piss seemed to go on forever, it was probably only a minute or two. Dad seemed upset I swallowed all his piss without a struggle, complaint, or losing any, and my tongue was digging into his piss slit trying to get more. Dad got aroused as my tongue explored his piss slit and my mouth locked around the crown of his cock. His hands both sides of my head and he started to face-fuck me. Soon he was hard rock and shooting his load down my throat. After he unloaded in my mouth, he told me to get out of his sight, never mention this again, and passed out. However, that night started years of a sexual relationship with my father. Within a couple years, he was the first man to fuck my ass and deposit his cum deep in me. Just like me drinking his piss and sucking his cock that first time quickly became a nightly routine, so did his fucking me bareback. It is no surprise that my older brother eventually caught us, and after I convinced my brother our dad did not rape me, my brother started using my mouth and ass too.

I hope guys will go so that it can do well and stay open. CC has to do its part too and get things fixed and such but it’s exciting!

Total bottom cumdump slut here, taken 100s if not thousands of cocks and yet somehow my ass is still very tight. Most guys who know me can't believe how tight I am considering the amount it gets used. noone seems to complain though 😉

"There are some boys and young men who have sold their souls to the devil in the heat of the moment and with some powerful influence from "Miss T" in order to be Daddy's cumdump or boi. That is a story for another time, perhaps. " That's a story that I'm hungry to read!

when I am laying naked in a bathhouse sling with my sloppy pussy lubed up and dripping hot loads from my gaped out hole, I am advertising myself as a no standards whore for barebackers of any size, race, age, height, weight, status etc. one of the reasons I wear a blindfold in the sling is to show men that I am literally willing to take loads from absolutely ANYONE and men don’t have to worry about some trashy bathhouse faggot recognizing them at the mall, or on the street or in a club. they can just use me like a guilty little pleasure, dump a load and leave. guys don’t even have to speak a word to me to get their loads in my ass. I literally couldn’t be an easier fuck for any horny male

As the day went by I soon found that the party started to move indoors and to the pool house. So i started wandering through looking at the action. My cock was pointing north so that was a good sign hehe....I went into the pool house and this guy was getting banged by this built blackguy who was fucking him hard ramming his cock into this kids hungry ass...Soon one of the guys i was talking to earlier came up and we started chatting.. He asked me If i have ever done a sling before. I blushed and said no im kind of vanilla never tried this...He grabbed my ass and said I think you should, you might like that. About that time Rick came in and kissed me and said hey stud you having fun. I smiled at him and said yea I am. The guy next to me spoke up and said I think he wants to be in the sling. In fact he called out to Johnny the black bodybuilder and said hey can you take a break we have a new guy here that wants to try out the sling. The two guys finished up and got off the sling, in fact the bottom grabbed a towel and cleaned it off. He came up to me and said be prepared for a wild time. Rick helped me up into the sling and secured my ankles to the strap. He looked down at me and said comfy? Believe it or not i was pretty comfy, with that he started to slide his lubed up cock into my hole and started pushing the sling away from his cock and the pulling it back. I was in complete heaven. Soon some other guys came up to join us and I soon had two guys on each side offering their cock for me to suck. I didnt want to let them down so i would suck one and then swap to the other. After a bit Rick started to grunt and grown and soon he shot his load inside of me. OMG that was the most incredible fuck i have ever had. I started to get out and the guy on the left said Whoa there stud where are you going? it's our turn and with that he slid his cock in and started fucking me. This guy was thicker in girth then Rick so it took em time to open up and accept his cock...I was back to getting fucked and another guy took his place with his cock in my mouth... I ended up staying in that sling for the next 4 hours and i kind of lost track of how many guys breed me and gave me their load. But it felt great Ive never experienced that before. The last guy to fuck me that night was Rick and he shot another load inside my cummy guts. After he shot his load he helped me up and out of the sling, grabbed my ass and said I think you had fun today. I smiled at him and said I did daddy... Most of the guys had already left the party there were only about 4 guys left including the host and his partner....As we got dressed the host came up to me, grabbed my ass and said welcome to the club.. We got home I was exhausted I crashed out on the couch and about an hour later Rick came and helped me into bed. Come on boy you have a busy week ahead of you..Your Dr's appointment is this Tuesday isnt it? I said Oh yea I almost forgot...I made an appointment a couple of weeks ago with my primary care physician to see about getting my HIV test.. i go to a gay doctor so there are quite a bit of family members there if you know what i mean.....As I waited in the lobby they nurse called out my name and i followed her into the exam room. The nurse began to check my vitals which were all good. She said wait her and the Doc will be in soon. After a few minutes the Dr came in, I am glad im not doing my physical because it would be hard to hide the hard cock this guy gives me.. We talked for a few and I told him about my symptoms a few weeks ago and he said it could be but the best way is to do some blood work. He left the room to go get his lab tech to come in and draw my blood. I hate needles but I just try to look away and not think about it...After about 10 minutes this young guy comes in and said hey im here to do your blood work. He had me extend my arm as he put on the tourniquet and started to insert the needle to draw my blood...Ouch as I felt the needle go in....The kid looked at me and smiled come on stud you can take it...Wow he must be gay too, thats great he has a gay staff as well...The lab tech finished up my blood work and put a band aide on the spot where he drew my blood and said we should have the results back in a week.

I enjoy a face down fuck and when my top of the moment cums as he’s laying on top of me, I will bend my legs to keep his ass and cock in place. I love the feeling of his body and weight on top of me and his cock inside my pussy.

That's five to ten minutes more of perfecting my craft. 😉 Seriously, I've seen variation in time and never took offense or been turned off. Hell, it becomes a personal goal to get him hard, either for the first time or again after he has cum. What I REALLY like are the longer sessions where I can suck him hard, have him cum in my mouth or ass, then work him hard again so he can cum in me again. It's sex and it's hot, but it is also me practicing for the next sex act. I love hearing from a top when they are surprised I was able to get them hard again so quickly (and I also love when they show their appreciation). All guys are different, some of us get hard when we take a breath (as in get hard pretty much instantly), some of us take a little longer, some of us need some inspiration. I enjoy helping with that inspirational journey 😊 so it's all good with me.

I’m only going with the last voting option because there was not another option available. As a cumdump bottom, I don’t focus on pressuring tops to get hard. If they’re hard and are looking to dump a load into a happily accepting raw hope, fantastic! If they’re not hard, they’re not hard. I am bothered by the expectations some bottoms put on tops to perform. I’m even more so upset by bottoms getting upset with tops should the interaction deviate from their expectations. Y’all ain’t gonna get the cum you are hoping for by making guys feel bad. The point of bottoming for guys is to help them unload stress, not add to it.

Chapter 10 Seeing Duke crawl into room and play his part was turning me on big time. However, there was a piece of me that felt slightly guilty for not telling him the full essence of what was going on tonight. I walked in behind them and looked around the room. There easily had to be 30-40 people already here just for Duke's ass. That's when i saw two slings were setup. I had no idea what why there were two setup. That is when he made an announcement "So tonight we will be putting this nice pup in the sling over here for you all to enjoy as you see fit but we also have a special surprise for the person who found us this pup. Why dont you come on down here." I went to the front and as I did everyone was clapping. "So tonight I have a special present for you and one special guest. First I want you to put strip and put on this blindfold. Then we will bring out your treat and put him in this one for you to start the night of fun off." On that note I stripped and put on the blindfolded. I felt a body brush by me and then someone said "suck him hard first." Then I felt this mouth fully engulf my cock that quickly got hard. This whole experience was like something I could only dream of. I then heard them loading my treat into the sling and then someone guided my cock into a hole. This was a super tight hole. I dare say someone that hasn't seen much action. His hole was like gripng my cock like none other. I knew at this rate I wasn't going to last long, which I doubted anyone cared about considering they wanted to get on with Duke. I go "oh my god I am about to cum" I started shooting load after load into this tight griping hole. I was told I must keep my cock in for now. Then I was told to take off my blindfolded but I could not speak and had to keep my cock in this hole. I removed my blindfold to discover.... I just bred Austin. I just emptied my poz balls into my own son. Panic quickly care to my face and I wanted to pull out. "Ok guys, he now has a choice. Either he can take the place of this young lad for all of you to use or let all of you have his young buck too. So which do you pick?" I wasn't sure what to do at first. I looked around the room and saw all the people. Then my nerves struck me and I doubted I could handle it. Then I proceeded to walk to the side and motioned for people to come on up. One guy walked up to Austin and took off his blindfold. Austin looked at him and said "Thank you." The dude goes "don't thank me. That guy over there broke you in for us". Austin looked over and saw me. His jaw dropped and goes "My father fucked me?" My owner goes, "not only did he fuck you, but he gave you his poz load and stepped aside so the room can use you and your buddy Duke over there." Austin went to say something but that was interrupted by the old guy stick his dick inside his lubed up hole. I could not believe I was standing here watching my own son getting used. Then I looked over to Duke's sling....

My outer ring is definitely loose while my inner ring can comfortably take an average dick with spit for lube and no foreplay. I really do love girth, veiney dicks, tho. I have a rather high tolerance for pain plus I know how to open myself up so that the Top can be pounding away in me in no time. If I know a Top is really hung/thick, I usually weight train with one of my thicker buttplugs for a few hours before fucking, just so time isn’t wasted trying to get in me. I’ve never had any complaints that I’m too loose.

The Poz Ranch Chapter Seven Thud! Thud! Thud! echoed in my cell. I jumped up, put my hood on and dropped to my knees, hands clasped behind my back before the door clicked and opened. “Look who’s submitting to us” someone said. “He knows his place,” responded another man, “He will never submit to undesirables like us” “We submit to him” asked the first man. “Most likely you illiterate fuck” I felt the two men grab my arms, one on each side, lifting me up and leading me out of the door. We walked down the hall. It was deathly silent. We turned and went down a set of stairs, going down another level underground. We soon stopped at a door and someone knocked. “Enter” said a voice from inside. The door clicked and opened and we entered. “Restrain him on X-Cross and leave my presence” I was quickly restrained in a figure X on a wooden frame. My hood was still on. My wrists and ankles were in a cuff and locked tight. Suddenly, a hand was on the plug deep in my hole. Without warning it was pulled from my hole, stretching it as it pulled out then my hole quickly closed. I let out a little scream. “Pain is a form of pleasure” the man said. I felt multiple straps slap my back, not hard but enough to know that I was hit. I wasn’t sure but I think it was a Cat o’ nine tails being used on me. “What is pain?” “Pleasure” I responded. Another hit across my back, this time a little harder than the first. “What is it you desire” “Nothing” I replied. Another hit of the Cat o’nine tails. “What is it you give” “Pleasure to men, a hole to fuck, a hole to deposit seed” “Is that what you desire” Two hits across the back, building in pain, building in heat of my red skin. “I desire seed Sir” “Seed?” Two more hits on my back, the sting was growing in pain. “Poz seed” I quickly replied. Just one smack this time, but a bit harder. I felt hands on my ankles, releasing me from the cuffs. Then my hands were dropped down, still cuffed on the X-Cross. I had to bend slightly pushing out my ass away from the cross. Suddenly, my ass was slapped with the Cat o’ nine tails. Hard. I jumped and let out a little yelp. It was still and silent for just a moment, then two more slaps across my ass cheeks. This time I yelped, but didn’t jump. “You have learned your place quickly” “Yes Sir” Three smacks on my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up. The man changed his position and smacked my back three times. He then switched back and slapped my ass three times. I could hear the movement of the Cat o’ nine tails in the air. He continued to use the Cat o’ nine tails on my back and ass cheeks. I felt them heating up more and more as the leather straps made contact with my skin. My eyes filled with tears, which slowly ran down my cheeks. “Pain is pleasure” I said over and over, just enough for him to hear. “Pain is pleasure” he repeated. The hits of the Cat o’ nine tails came faster and harder. My back was burning more than my ass cheeks. I focused on turning this pain into pleasure. Over and over the air swished with the movement of the leather straps, I lost count of how many times it met my skin. “Pain is pleasure” he said. I felt him behind me, rubbing his cock on my red ass cheeks. I could feel the salty pre-fuck juice on my raw skin, causing it to sting more. HIs cock head moved into my crack and without warning pushed against my hole. The head popped inside, causing me to lift up onto the tips of my toes. He used his hand, flat on my lower back to push me back down. He pushed harder and slowly slid into my hole, inch by dry inch of his shaft. Pulling on my sore pucker as it resisted to his invading cock. I moaned from the pain shooting from my hole and bit my lower lip. He continued pushing into my hole, sliding deeper and deeper. My pucker was heating up with the each inch running against it. He rammed the final couple of dry inches of his cock deep into my hole, pressing his body against mine. I breathed deeply, relaxing my hurting pucker. He pulled out some then pushed back in. He did this over and over as I focused on relaxing my hole. Each time he pulled out a little more, then pushed in harder. He did this until his cock head was pulling on my pucker from just inside. He drove his call balls deep in one thrust. My hole was loosening with each thrust of his cock. The pain was soon becoming pleasure. I could feel his cock getting wetter while fucking me. His balls swung as he trusted in and out. I squeezed my hole around his cock, milking it with each thrust. I focused my mind on his pleasure not mine. My pleasure was not something I desired. I desired to please him, give him pleasure to I can receive his poz load. I heard him grunt and moan as his hard thick cock slid in and out of my pucker. His balls were still swinging as his thrusted his hips. The more he grunted and moaned, the more I squeezed my pucker around his cock. My cock was no longer hard, it hung soft between my legs, swinging with his thrusts. My hole was twitching and squeezing pleasuring his cock. I pushed back to meet his fucking thrusts as he pushed his cock into my hole. He grabbed my hips, holding on tights as he pounded my hole. I grunted and groaned as his moans got louder and louder. He was thrusting in and out of my hole at a faster pace. His balls were drawling upwards, building his load deep inside. His grunts became more of a scream, as he rammed in and out of my hole. Using me for his pleasure. Suddenly, he rammed in deep, his cock head pushing at my inner pucker hole as his cum shot out of his flared piss slit. Rope after rope of thick cum pumped into my body. “My toxic strain is deep in your hole” he said, “infecting your DNA” I moaned my approval. He pushed the butt plug back up my sore hole, quickly. It gave little resistance as it popped inside me. He moved to the door and opened it. “That was quick” a man said. “No lip, complete your task or your punishment will be ordered” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir” the man said. The two men quickly came over to me, released my restraints on my wrists and led me away. “His next appointment is with Master Jack” he said, “Don’t fuck up getting him there” “We know the way” “Get out of my sight, you presence sickens me”

My hole is fairly loose, and while I’ve gotten good feedback I’m starting to get a little self-conscious about it. I think most guys enjoy my loose cunt. I’ve been complimented on my hole several times, and almost every top I’ve been with has gone wild tonguing my hole before fucking me. However, I don’t think my hole is very attractive. I enjoy all cocks, but I’m partial to large cocks and toys, and I just worked up to fisting myself. Whenever I push out with a guy or while using toys, one side of my hole looks puffier than the other. I would love to have a hole that opened evenly all around.

I love it when he stays inside me after cuming. I like to give it a little squeeze every so often. Sleeping with his cock still inside would be heaven. It is just a shame that so many tops want to pull out as soon as they cum.

“Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. ”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course; now let’s give you a water break.” It was at that point that a single thought broke through the chemical haze that wrapped around my mind – “I am so fucking thirsty”. And there, sitting on the dresser next to the other playthings, like the Holy-fucking-Grail, were two bottles of water, with condensation running down the sides. It looked so good to me, and I was so focused on how much I wanted some ice-cold water, that I barely even grunted when Bud pulled me away from the wall and the dildo popped out of my ass. I’d never experienced the singular focus or the clarity of mind that Bud’s “pig feed” gave me. At that moment, I needed that water more than anything else I had ever needed. Bud noticed me staring longingly at the water bottles, and he gave an evil chuckle. “I don’t think so, faggot,” he said as he gripped me by the chin and forced my eyes to lock into his,” that water is a reward, and you haven’t quite yet earned it yet, pig.” I whined a little in the back of my throat, just like a dog. It wasn’t on purpose; it was just the natural sound that came out of me at that point. This made him give that evil chuckle again. I realized then through my chemical haze that the sound of that chuckle was making my ass muscles contract every time he did it, same as when he used words like “faggot”, “pig”, and “cunt”. Maybe it was the chems at work, but I was starting to think his theory about pigs and real men might be legitimate. Then Bud started speaking again, and all I could focus on was his rough voice and his grip on my chin and the deep, deep black of his pupils as they seemed to grow and fill his eyes. “Boy,” he said, firm grip still on my chin, “it’s time to teach you another essential function of a pig. I’ve been up all night flying high on T and slamming down beers, and I’ve got to piss something fierce. So, faggot, here is what is going to happen. I’m going to start pissing in a minute, and you can choose to open your mouth and serve as my urinal pig, as nature intended, or end up getting your bed sheets all piss stained. However, if piss gets on those sheets, boy, the least of your punishments will be to sleep on them for a month without washing them.” There was a small, still moral part of me that hated the way chemical pleasure rushed through me at the thought of this strong, viral man pissing into my mouth like I was garbage. That part of me caused me to try to pull away from Bud’s grip on my chin. Suddenly, the grip was on my throat and the voice very, very gently. “Listen, faggot,” he said gently, “I haven’t forced you to do anything you don’t want to do so far today, have I?” I slowly shook my head “no”. I had indeed made the choice every time to participate. “I’ve allowed you to decide to make the final move each step of the way, correct?” he asked more gently still, firm grip still on my throat. I nodded my head “yes”. “And pig,” he said, practically purring, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you, have I?” I shook my head “no”. Suddenly one of his hands was in my hair, yanking my head back hard, while the hand on my neck clamped down like a vice until I started to see black on the edges of my vision. He leaned in to speak softly in my ear. “Faggot,” he said, “I haven’t done anything to hurt or damage you YET. Please don’t force me to start now.” If my cock hadn’t been flaccid from all the chemicals in my system, his words in my ear would have made me cum without even touching myself. That surge of pleasure at the whispered promise of violence and degradation at my step-father’s hands was the final straw that convinced me Bud was right – I was 100% pig, born to serve real men like him, and everything that he was doing with and to me that morning was not only what the pig inside me really wanted, but also what the pig inside me needed…what it craved. I opened my mouth wide, and prepared to take the piss of a real man and enjoy every drop of it. Bud gave that evil little chuckle of his, and released the iron grip on my hair. The death grip on my throat that was making my vision blur turned into a caress down my cheek, almost the action of a devoted lover. He ran his thumb along my lower lip, smiled and said, “Good boy”. Then he grabbed his rock hard dick and lined it up to my open mouth. I could see him relaxing the tension of his body, and then slowly it came, the golden stream of piss from his monster cock. At first, I let it run straight down my throat, but then I grew curious about the taste. The pressure was growing stronger now, but I was able to start to savor it a little before swallowing. I wanted the words of a wine connoisseur so that I could adequately describe the taste of piss created from a toxic mix of meth and beer in the urinary tract of a real man, but words fail me. All I can say was that the moment I tasted it, I had one of those epiphany moments where it clicks like “yes, this is something that has been missing in my life so far”. I knew then that Bud and any of his friends would never need a urinal to piss in as long as I was around – in fact, I would feel cheated if he spilled so much as a drop of fluid into a porcelain bowl from then on. Too soon, the strong stream of chem and beer piss came to an end, and I eagerly leaned forward to lick some stray drops from Bud’s slit. He looked at me with pride like I was a first-grader who had won the school spelling bee. “Boy,” he said with pride, “your first time drinking piss and not a drop spilled. Truly, this is nature at its finest.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip again. “I am going to have so much fun with you, faggot.” At that point, I was starting to feel warm in my belly and a flush came to my cheek. Bud noticed and smirked, “that was some strong man piss you just guzzled down, pig, and you are gonna be flying high again in a moment. Just in time, too, because it’s time for the main event, faggot. Here’s your water – drink up.” He grabbed one of the bottles of water off the dresser and tossed it to me. I was so thirsty I had the cap off and had chugged down half of it before I even noticed that it hadn’t been completely sealed, it had been opened at least once before. Coming soon, part 6...

Sorry pigs, circumstances kept me away...hope I can pick up the story to your satisfaction: “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course. I was so high and horny at that point that I think my jaw must have literally made a snapping sound when my mouth flung open. Bud's "pig feed" (meth for those who have forgotten) had me flying high, and I had my second dildo ever in my hole. I knew, like I knew how to breathe, that the thing missing was a man's cock in my mouth. Bud just stood there, cock arrow straight, pointing towards my mouth, which by now was watering like crazy. It took a minute for my brain to break through the chem haze and realize that, once more, the choice to move forward was being left to me. That truly obnoxious voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn't too late to stop yet, his cock hadn't entered my body - I could still say "no". I think the voice knew that the moment a real man's cock entered me, everything would change. But really, at this point, I wasn't going to say "no". I moved my mouth forward to swallow Bud's monster cock. The first few inches had barely entered my mouth when he stopped me. "Gently, faggot" he said, "you gotta work your way up to the whole thing or you'll choke." So I just focused on the first few inches of his cock. The taste was incredible - the only way I could describe it was sweaty bread, that yeasty damp taste from wearing briefs. I thought that I had never tasted anything so good in my life. When Bud's hand moved, I knew he thought I was ready to take more, so I moved to the half way point. At that point, I realized that I wasn't really doing much, just savoring the cock, so I started to tentatively suck. I could tell by the pleased noise that Bud made that I was doing well. Then, unfortunately, I lost concentration on my chem-fueled ass muscles, and the dildo in my hole started to slip out. Bud noticed my predicament, and solved it the simplest way possible...he walked forward, forcing me back so that my hole was against the wall...the dildo hit home again, secure in my hole, and I lurched forward on the rest of his cock. It turns out that Bud didn't need to worry - my throat and his cock were a perfect fit. I don't know if I wasn't born with a gag reflex, or maybe the tina/poppers combo was responsible, but it was hitting my voice box and I was in pig heaven. Bud fussed with something out of sight, then brought the mirror with fresh lines back into my field of vision. Since I was clearly occupied, he held the straw for me to slip my nose onto - only this time he didn't just give me two lines, he made me take all four (well, made me is a little harsh...I was clearly equating his "pig feed" with intense pleasure now, so I was going to take all that he would give me, however it came). Once the lines were up my nose and I was reeling, he brought the little brown bottle to my nose and reminded me to inhale until he told me to stop, first one nostril, then the other. I was completely out of it now, throat full of cock, ass full of dildo, head full of chemicals. That’s when Bud began to speak. “Boy”, he said, in a gentle tone similar to the one he used when he’d told me that it didn’t matter that I was gay, he’d love me all the same, “it’s time to acquaint yourself with some basic facts of life that I learned long ago. There are two types of human males in this world – real men, and pigs. Pigs look like men, talk like men, dress and act like men, but in truth they are inferior. They are governed by their lust for unnatural acts, and by their desire to submit to real men. A pig may think he’s a man, but deep down he knows every time his faggot cunt twitches that he is not a real man.” I was finding his voice hypnotic as it came out like a religious doctrine through my chemical haze. “Even when you were younger, boy, I could see your head snap up at the mention of the word “faggot”…when you first came out to me, I thought it was fear, but then as I watched you closer, I realized it was because that submissive pig in you was reacting to its proper title. I knew you needed to be released from the bondage of self-imposed morality that you suffered under to truly wallow in your subhuman urges, and I knew I was just the man to do it. Only your cunt of a mother stood in my way, and now she’s gone…and don’t think I didn’t notice that reaction to the word “cunt”, pig…you’ll be hearing a lot more of your proper titles from now on.” He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and gripped me under the chin. Something told me to open my mouth, and he grinned and spat into it. I closed my mouth and swallowed. “”Nature at its finest, boy” he said, “you aced the advanced course, now let’s give you a water break.” Coming soon (I PROMISE) part 5

"Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." I don’t know that I could put into words the feeling of being high as a fucking kite and slamming your virgin-ish ass straight onto a dildo. If you’ve never done it, you just can’t understand. For those of you who have done it, you’ll never forget the feeling. I’m not actually sure how much time passed with me just zoning into the feeling before Bud leaned forward and said, “Hey boy, that hole isn’t going to fuck itself”. This presented the next problem – how was I, restrained ankle to wrist on both sides, impaled on a dildo with no leverage, going to fuck myself? The chemicals in my system, and the chemicals just introduced into my system by the dildo, mixed together to provide a brainstorm. Beds, I thought, have mattresses and box springs. Box springs, I thought, have, well, springs. Springs, I concluded triumphantly, make you bounce. Much to Bud’s delight, I managed to slowly start to bounce myself up and down on the bed, which succeeded in making the dildo slide in and out just enough to give my hole the sensation of being fucked. Bud sat back and grinned, “Nature always finds a way, right boy?” I grunted in response, caught up in the intensity of the action. The interesting thing that hadn’t occurred to me at this point was that the entire time, ever since being woken up to my step-dad playing with my ass, I hadn’t spoken more than two words, sticking entirely to animalistic noises. There was no gag or any other impediment to speaking, I was just too caught up in everything to enunciate my feelings verbally. Something else that I hadn’t really focused on was the fact that despite my cock being out of commission (I seem to recall that happening to some people when they “partied”), I did get some blood rushing to it every time Bud called me “boy” or “faggot” in a derogatory tone. Of course, I guess if I overanalyzed everything, it would take quite a lot of the enjoyment out of it. I had my eyes closed, so caught up in the chemically induced sexual euphoria and making certain that the dildo bouncing in and out of my hole was hitting all the rights spots, that I didn’t notice that Bud had stopped his masturbating, gotten out of the chair, and come to stand over me again. Actually my first clue was when a hand was place on either one of my shoulders and he shoved me down on the dildo, hard. I don’t think I had ever felt such an intense moment of pain and pleasure so completely balanced, and if my cock had been in full working order, I would have shot the biggest load you’ve ever seen. As it was, the feeling just kept going and going, and I was definitely whimpering as Bud forced me to look into his eyes again. “You went from virgin to fucking whore in 60 seconds, didn’t you, boy? I’m impressed”, he said. More pressure on my shoulders led to louder whimpering. His cold blue eyes narrowed, “Now, you’ve been making entirely too much noise, boy. I think we need to keep your mouth occupied.” He stroked his monster cock a couple times, and I think I gurgled in the back of my throat. “First though,” he said, “I think you have outgrown this tiny toy, don’t you?” He pushed me so that my back was against the wall again, and my hole, filled with the dildo, was exposed. He took the end of the dildo in his hand, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “This is probably going to fucking hurt, boy,” he said, “but something tells me that you’ll like it.” Then he jerked the dildo out of my hole in one swift, painful pull. All I had time for was a gasp before it felt like the air had been knocked out of me. It wasn’t even really the pain that I minded so much as the feeling of being empty, because I knew that I needed to be filled. But then there were Bud’s fingers, three of them this time, and since they tingled and burned where they passed, I knew that he was giving me more “pig feed” as he like to call it. I lost myself a little in the enjoyment of feeling his fingers slide further and further in. While his one hand was occupied he grabbed my chin again with the other and we looked into each other’s eyes. “You are just loving this, you faggot,” he said, “you haven’t even noticed that I’m keeping my hand still and you are the one shoving yourself further onto it.” Another moment, and he ordered, “Open your mouth.” It was pretty much impossible for me not to obey Bud’s orders at this point, so I did. He looked at me again, gauging me I think, and then calmly spat a huge gob of saliva into my mouth. “Swallow, boy” he sharply ordered, so I did. That made him grin. “Fucking faggot boy,” he grinned, “Nature at her finest.” Then he pulled his fingers out. “I think it’s time,” he said, “to graduate you to the big boy dildo, and to see how well you handle being filled up at both ends.” He unhooked the restraints on my wrists and ankles, and I let out a disappointed little moan, since I had quite enjoyed being in bondage. “I know, boy,” he said, “but you need to show me just how badly you want all of this, and in order to do that, you have to be an active participant. Now, faggot, get on all fours.” I scrambled to obey, and he chuckled. “Fucking faggot,” was all he said. Then he picked up the larger of the two dildos, and put some lube on it, and moved around to my hole. “Now, boy,” he said, “this is going to want to slip out, but you have to keep those ass muscles tight to make certain that doesn’t happen.” With that, he slid it in. I think that my eyes must have rolled back into my head at the feeling of such fullness. A little sigh of contentment passed through my lips, and Bud chuckled again. Once the dildo was in place, he smacked my ass, and said, “Remember, boy, it has to stay there.” Then, he moved around so that I was face to, well, monster cock. “Open wide, boy,” he said, “It’s time for the advanced course.” Coming soon, part 4.

Step-Dad Gets a Pig - Part 2 (thanks for the edits and the comment, Hotload84!) Bud smiled, and wiping his lubed fingers on his jockeys, he stood up and came to loom over me. I could see his enormous bulge straining at his briefs, and I remembered, as a kid, hearing my mom use the term 'monster cock', but the feeling from my ass was making it hard to focus on anything but how empty my ass was. He looked down at me and smiled, saying, "I've been waiting for this day for some time now, boy. I thought about it often enough, and almost jumped the gun a couple of times, but I realize that it is very important for your development that you understand that this is a choice, and that you are an adult, and aren't being manipulated or victimized, so that when you decide to embrace it, you know that it was your choice, okay?" My head was starting to spin, too much for me to really understand what he was saying, but I felt I had to acknowledge him somehow, so I grunted. He continued, "The choice is that you can either tell me to fuck off right now, and I'll leave and we'll forget this ever happened, or you can ask me to stay, but that means that you do everything, and I mean EVERYTHING that I say. It's your choice." My head was spinning even harder now, and I was desperate for some physical contact to hang on to, so I started groping blindly in his direction, which is how I grabbed hold of his cock. My mom was right - it was a monster. He laughed and pulled my hand off, holding me firmly by the wrist, saying, "I need to hear the words, boy - either go or stay." I focused as hard as I could and gasped out "stay" - whatever he had planned couldn't be worse than this isolated, horny, bizarre spinning feeling. Bud feigned confusion, "Sorry, couldn't quite catch that..." I was sobbing again, the feelings of lust and emptiness so strong within me, and so I sobbed out a much louder and definite "Please stay". When he chuckled, it froze my blood - I had never heard him sound so...well...evil was the best way to describe it. He shucked his underpants, and his monster cock sprung free. Then he pulled my chin so that I was looking directly into his eyes, and said, "You asked for it, faggot." There was a tiny cricket voice in the back of my head that spoke up then, pointing out that when your supposedly straight, self-proclaimed redneck step-dad calls you "faggot", a sudden rush of arousal is not the typical response - you should be feeling fear or anger. But whatever Bud had done to my ass was rapidly spreading fire through my body, and I couldn't think clearly at all. It also might have had something to do with Bud's monster cock, which I was just seeing for the first time in 6 years. It was thick, and veined, and slightly paler than the skin that was exposed to the sun, straight as a rod, and thick as the handle of a tennis racket. I was having trouble focusing my eyes, so while I could see markings on it, possibly tattoos, I couldn't tell what they were. Bud pulled my chin again, forcing my eyes off his cock and into his own penetrating icy blue gaze. "Eyes up, boy", he said, "you aren't ready for that yet." I think that the sounds that emerged from me at that point could best be described as a whimper - I'm not certain, since I'd never made such a primal animal sound before. He gripped my chin even tighter. "You do everything I say, right?" he said, "that was the agreement." Again, that cricket voice piped up again, but I was on fire and knew that if I didn't get his fingers, or cock, or even the fucking bedpost into my ass soon, I was going to lose it - so I stomped on that little cricket in my head, and nodded my affirmation. He stared at me for a second, gauging something, then spat in my face. I would have jerked back, except for his tight hold on my chin. He kept the grip on, and with his other hand, he wiped the saliva into my face, into my pores. "Good boy," he said, his voice grumbling low in a way that went straight to my burning hole, "you barely flinched. Now stay put and don't move a muscle." Not moving a muscle when your body is on fire with lust and a prime specimen of manhood is walking away from you, monster cock hanging free, is more complicated than it sounds. But Bud had told me to do it, and I had agreed to do everything he said, so I held it together as best I could. Bud came back into view quickly, which meant that he couldn't have stepped away much further than my dresser. He returned with some items that I recognized from the porn that I watched secretly, a couple of dildos of various sizes and a butt-plug, I think it was. He also had a little brown bottle filled with liquid, and a mirror with some powder and a straw. At the site of this (I'm not totally stupid and naive) the Ziploc sound and the now overwhelming feeling of burning lust clicked together. "Booty bump", I croaked out, and he grinned a little. "So, boy," he said, grinning, "you aren't as innocent as all that. That's going to make this so much fucking easier." He pulled the Ziploc out, and I could see it was half full of crystal shards and half full of powder. "This, boy," he said, gesturing at the bag, "is meth, also known as Tina, XTina, or T. I, personally, call it pig feed. You are currently feeling it's effects, since I made sure to coat my fingers pretty heavily in powder the last two times I shoved them into your hole. That means, boy, that you are currently flying - but it gets so much better." While he spoke, he took the smaller of the two dildos, and drizzled some lube on it. He started rubbing the lube in, and my cock, though curiously limp, started tingling like he was rubbing the lube into my own skin. He finished lubing it up, and set it down on the flat end. He then looked into my eyes, and whatever he saw there must have encouraged him, because he said, "Okay, faggot, let's get started giving you what you asked for." Bud pulled me from my horizontal position into a sitting up position on the bed. Luckily, this allowed me to lean back into the wall that was behind me. Bud grabbed my dangling legs and shoved them onto the bed, which tilted me back enough to leave my hole accessible. I was still, well, "flying" was the term Bud used, by reality was gripping me tighter with each passing second. I was starting to accurately gauge the situation, and just beginning to freak out - and even more alarming was the fact that I was so freaked out by the fact that I wasn't really that freaked out. Bud reached for something I hadn't noticed before, four leather straps. Two of these he gently placed on my ankles and two on my wrists. He then hooked my ankles to my wrists, right to right and left to left. "Just in case," he smirked. I tested the restraints, and discovered all I could do in them was lift my legs higher and wider apart, leaving my hole more exposed. Bud picked up the lubed dildo, and rubbed it gently on my hole. I made a little noise at the back of my throat. He took the dildo, opened the Ziploc and swirled it around inside. He pulled it out and in the morning light I could see tiny shards and powder stuck to the lube. He then put the head of the dildo just at the opening of my hole, and left it there. I almost lost it, so close and yet miles away. He then picked up the bottle, and shook it. "A little more persuasion," he said, "I'm going to place the mouth of this bottle under your right nostril and close your left. You are going to inhale until I tell you to stop, got it? Then we'll do the other nostril." I nodded, because I couldn't think of any other response. Bud twisted open the top of the bottle, breaking the plastic seal. He covered my left nostril, and the bottle went under the right. I tried inhaling, but the unfamiliar chemical odor had me shying away. Bud held firm, and said, "I told you to inhale, faggot - now do it, and keep doing it until I tell you to fucking stop!" His sharp command brought me to my senses and I started drawing in huge breaths of this chemical haze into my nostril. After three or four deep inhalations, he switched nostrils. At this point, another unfamiliar lusty feeling was creeping over me, and I calculated that it was coming from that little brown bottle. I started inhaling deeper and deeper, only stopping when he pulled away. I laid back to enjoy the new sense of warm euphoria creeping over me, but I could hear the chuckle in his voice as he put the lid back on the bottle. "I was right - you were born for this, boy". The problem now was the dildo. I knew that it was just grazing my hole, because I was becoming more and more aware of it's presence every second, but Bud was making no move to insert it. Instead, he reached down for the mirror, and picked up the straw. "This," he said, gesturing at the powder on the mirror and in the little bag, "this is quality shit that I got from one of those Mexican garbage men who do our neighborhood. Remember, boy, Mexicans know their quality shit when it comes to narcotics." There were four lines on the mirror. "Two for you and two for me, boy." Bud said, "I'm just going to show you how it's done." He took the short straw and ran it along one of the lines of powder, inhaling sharply and sucking it up through the straw into his nose. Then he demonstrated on another. Then he took the straw, shoved it up my right nostril, and held the mirror underneath. Now, normally I wouldn't have dare to try, but I was feeling horny and messed up from that little brown bottle, so I mimicked Bud and inhaled. The powder flew up my nose, burning my nostril, nasal passages and sinuses. Before I could think, Bud swapped nostrils and lines, and I repeated the action. Now totally spun, when he held the mirror to my lips and said, "Lick it clean, boy", I was frantic to get the last little particles of powder, because it felt so fucking good. "Now", he said, pulling my desk chair to the middle of the room, and sitting down in it, "Now comes the fun part. I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Technically, you could still be considered a virgin by some, with just finger penetration. So, I want to see you take your own virginity...you and you alone. Show me how much you want cock." Even through my euphoric fog, I could feel the doubt rising. Yeah, the dildo was just outside my hole, but I was restrained. How the fuck did he expect me to fuck myself? I made a couple desperate noises in the back of my throat, but Bud just sat back and started stroking his cock. Desperately, I tried to slide down on the dildo, but there was nothing to stop it from just sliding away. Then, I had a brainstorm - folding my leg so that it was at the end of the dildo to keep it from moving (which required some contortion) I got the dildo back to my hole, just barely inside it. Then, I slid up the wall as far as I could go, getting a higher angle on the dildo, and suddenly it all came together. The dildo, stuck to my hole, finally got upright underneath it, and I slid down onto it. If I had been a sober virgin, or not been restrained, I probably wouldn't have, as a virgin, taken the whole thing in one go. As it was, the sound that came out of me as it hit home was definitely a squeal. Bud leaned back in his chair, this shit-eating grin on his face, and said, "Fuck yeah, faggot." Coming soon - part 3

The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 1 I was a gay man in my early 20s with some sleazy, kinky, taboo desires. I always had that streak in me. I love cum so bareback sex made an instant connection with me, and not just any bareback sex, but totally uninhibited bareback sex. Yes, I had a fantasy involving a hot guy, lots of bareback pig play, and him shooting his seed in me. Not just any seed, but poz seed. There was also something edgy and erotic about a tattooed, bareback pig. Seeing heavily inked guys always made my cock hard, and I always wanted to be one of those guys. It just took me a while to decide what type of tattoo I wanted on my body. I researched local tattoo artists for months, but none of their work proved to be of the quality I was looking for. I decided to drive 90 minutes south and attend the annual tattoo convention in Chicago in hopes of finding an artist with a portfolio that impressed me. It was such a lustful trip for me. I also love unusual facial hair like longer goatees and beards and handlebar mustaches. Guys with piercings also turn me on. Tattoos, facial hair, and piercings seem to go hand in hand. The convention center was packed with people covered in ink with a ton of piercings and facial hair of every length and type. The continuous buzz from all the tattoo guns running could be heard throughout the place. Every booth had an artist or two working on fresh ink. I eyed the sexy men between browsing through artists’ portfolios. There was a ton of guys with no shirts on getting inked up at the various booths. Some with sexy hairy chests or a nice treasure trail disappearing into their jeans. My brain was in eye candy overload, and my cock was half erect for most of the show. I rounded the corner walking through the rows of booths and came across a very hot tattoo artist. He looked to be about 28 and was slender with a shaved head. His hair was reddish brown, with a slightly wavy goatee that must have been about a foot long. It ended in a point near his belly button. His mustache had a slight twist of small handlebars at the corners of his mouth. Full sleeves of ink extended from his t-shirt. He even had hand and neck tattoos. He was working on the back piece of a handsome little twink, and he glanced up at me as I approached his booth. He gave me a smile, and a nod of his head to say hello as he returned to his art piece. I stopped and paged through his portfolio. I kept glancing up to look at him while turning the pages. As I turned another page I glanced up to check him out again. My eyes traveled up his sexy body to his face and found him looking directly at me. He smiled at me again, and I quickly turned my eyes back to his portfolio. Sure that he noticed me checking him out, I began to blush. It was hard to keep my eyes off him, though, and I again glanced back at him. He again was looking at me too, and stopped his tattoo work. He told the twink he would be back in a minute to continue and walked toward me. He appeared to have a nice sized cock from the bulge in his jeans. Holding out his hand he said, “Howdy, I’m Zak.” “Isaac, but most people call me Zeek,” as I shook his hand. I again paged through the book of ink, “Is this your work?” “Ah, yes it is.” “Nice work, I like it.” “Well, thanks. Are you looking to get some ink done?” “Yeah, I just don’t know what I want to get yet.” “Do you have any tattoos yet?” “No, it would be my first.” “Are you from Chicago?” “No, but I’m only about 90 minutes north of here in Milwaukee.” “Cool, well, if you would like to talk about it, I can help you with design ideas.” “Awesome, I’d like that.” “Here’s my card. Give me a call, and we can set up a time to talk.” “Thank you, Zak, I’ll do that.” “Nice to meet you.” “Ditto.” With that he returned to his customer to continue his ink, which gave me the perfect opportunity to check out his ass. Just as I imagined, he had one nice butt and I found it hard to look away. When he sat down he again looked at me, and found me staring at him. Zak picked up his tattoo gun, glanced back at me, and gave me a look that set my gaydar off. A smile came across his face. I nodded, smiled back at him staring straight into his eyes then disappeared into the crowd. I wandered the convention center enjoying the hot, inked up men and all the beards and 'staches. Pure heaven for this gay man. I had to piss, and found the bathrooms were lined up with guys waiting to empty their bladders. It took a while waiting in line, but I was next to piss, and a stall opened up. I wasted no time getting into the stall. My cock felt like it could burst from holding back my piss. I closed the door to the stall and quickly unzipped my pants. The entire toilet seat was splattered with piss. I chuckled a little thinking there must be a lot of PA piercings in those pants today, otherwise just a bunch of hot pigs with a bad aim. I let out a full stream of piss, emptying my bladder. It felt good to relieve the pressure, but I quickly found myself fully erect smelling all that piss and testosterone in the air. I also loved piss play, and thoughts of lapping up all the urine from the toilet seat was hard to resist. I stroked my cock a few times, then tucked it back into pants, trying to hide my hard on the best I could. I zipped up again and quickly left the men’s room. I buried myself in the crowd, waiting for my cock to go down then continued to stroll through the packed convention booths. About a week later I came across Zak’s business card in my wallet and decided to give him a call. The phone rang a few times, “Windy City Tattoo, this is Zak.” “Ah, hi Zak, you may not remember me, but I met you at the tattoo convention last week. You told me to give you a call if I wanted to discuss tattoo options.” “Zeek!! Glad to hear from you.” “Wow, you remembered my name.” “Of course I did. So, you want to set up a time to discuss tattoo designs?” “Yeah, are you free any time this week?” “My last appointment should be done around 5:30 tomorrow. Can you get to the shop tomorrow night around 6?” “Sure. I’ll see you then.” “Awesome!! See you tomorrow.” I had a three day weekend so this was the perfect way to kick off my weekend. I left plenty early to try and beat Friday rush hour traffic heading into Chicago. I arrived early, and realized Zak’s tattoo shop was just outside the gay district on Halsted Street, so I wandered around the gay district for a bit. When I returned to Zak’s shop he was just finishing with his last tattoo appointment. He was wearing black biker boots, faded blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. I loved his fully inked sleeves and hands. His entire neck being inked was so hot too. Just the sight of him gave me a partial wood. He invited me to the back of his shop, and we sat on a sofa and discussed the style of tattoos I was looking for. His suggestion of Japanese style tattoos intrigued me. He explained the meaning behind different tattoos in Japanese culture, and I decided my first piece would be a colorful full sleeve with yin yang koi, waves, flowers and filler. Zak sat next to me, and occasionally touched my arm as he discussed options and placement. Our legs were touching as we continued to look at designs. He suggested I remove my shirt, so he could do a quick, rough sketch on my arm. He explained that he liked to just draw out the design directly on the body to get better placement than trying to use transfers. I pulled my t-shirt off, and he began touching my arm, and turning it in different directions. Then he pulled out a marker and started drawing on my skin. His touch began to turn me on, and before I knew it my cock was fully erect. I couldn't hide the bulge that formed in my jeans. It was obvious Zak also noticed my hard cock, but he kept himself focused on drawing on my arm. The sketch began to take shape, and Zak maneuvered my arm into different positions as he continued to draw on my skin. Each time he lowered my arm to my lap his hand brushed again my hard cock, and I noticed his rod was also erect extending down his jean leg. He again moved my arm to a new position and my hand came to rest on his thigh next to his cock while he continued his design. I couldn't resist it any longer, and I brushed my hand against the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed against my hand, and before I knew it I was rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stopped drawing on my arm and reached over and massaged my hard rod. Zak leaned over to me and began to French kiss me. Our tongues and lips were locked in a passionate exchange for a bit. Then Zak stood up and saying “I was hoping you would be interested,” as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head revealing a fully inked chest with a sunburst around his belly button that continued down and disappeared into his jeans toward his cock. “Damn, man…..wooooooof!” He pulled me to my feet. We continued to make out, our tongues twisted together in deep, erotic kissing and panting. Zak wrapped his arms around my waist, grabbed my ass with his hands, and pressed our hard cocks against one another through our jeans. We continued to kiss, grinding our bodies against one another; our cocks throbbing with excitement. I was free-balling it and could feel a wet spot forming in my jeans from precum leaking from the head of my shaft. Zak reached for my crotch, rubbing my cock through my pants before unbuttoning my jeans and dropping them to my ankles. He pushed me backward onto the couch. I landed on my ass and leaned back on the sofa in a lounged sitting position, with my cock standing at attention. Zak flipped my shoes off and pulled my jeans from my ankles. He stood up in front of me, kicked his shoes off then unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock sprung to attention standing straight in the air, pulsing up and down. The shaft of his tool curved slightly to the left and upward about 8 inches long. His cock was pierced with a large prince albert, and inked with flames leading down the shaft to a black biohazard tattoo centered below his belly button. More ink led to the sunburst around his belly button. The ring to his cock piercing dangled with each pulse of his cock, and precum began to hang from the end of his jewelry. Tattoos covered a good 75% of his body. His body was an erotic piece of art that made my cock dance with excitement at the sight of this stud. “Fuck, you are so hot. I want to be covered in ink like you.” Zak pointed to his biohazard tattoo. His eyes remained locked onto mine, and a playful conversation started, “You know what this one means, don’t you?” “You’re poz?” “Are you okay with that, because I only bareback?” “Yeah,” with a smile on my face, “Are you ok that I’m neg?” “Yep.” “Do you want to cum in me?” “Uh huh.” “Are you into gifting?” “Are you into chasing?” “I could be.” “Then I could be too.” My mouth was like a magnet to his cock. I was on my knees in a flash. I wrapped my lips around the head of his rod, tasting his precum before sliding the full length of his shaft deep into my throat. His cock stiffened in my mouth, and he moaned as my tongue slid back down toward the tip of his shaft. Zak put his hands on the back of my head and slowly face fucked me with the full length of his tool, as he murmurred “That’s it, suck my poz cock. Taste my toxic precum.” As he continued to leak precum down my throat, fucking my throat with his death stick, he remarked “I’d love to do your ink work for you. Maybe I’ll even be marking you with a biohazard tattoo. Would you like that?” “Yes!!” “Want me to poz you, Zeek?” “Yes, charge my ass up, please.” Zak pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and pushed me onto my knees on the couch. “You want my poz cock in your ass?” “Yes, please fuck me. Give me your seed.” I was so turned on I felt like I could shoot my load at the anticipation of taking his charged spunk. He knelt behind me, spread my ass cheeks with a firm grip, and buried his tongue in my hole. It didn’t take long for my puckered hole to surrender as his tongue slipped past my cunt lips. His tongue lubed my hole and slowly worked inside, begging to open me up. Zak gave my ass a deep tongue bath and began to fuck me with its full length. The sensations made me horny as hell, and a strong urge to feel his bare cock buried in my ass burned within me. I moaned, “Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.” Zak continued to rim my ass, and worked a finger inside. He slowly advanced his finger all the way in and out of me then added another, before continuing to lick and fuck me with his tongue. My ass was wet and primed for his shaft. Zak stood behind me and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. I felt his against my cunt, then he slid his slick cock head across my hole, further lubing me with precum. He continued to rub the full length of his rod against my hole, driving me wild to be opened up wide. I felt the steel from his cock piercing fold to the side tight against his cock as he pressed the head of his dick against my hole. He slowly thrust the head of his tool, spreading my ass, and slipping inside. He spit on my hole lubing us both some more for me to take the rest of his meat inside me. I pressed my ass against his rod, and he again thrust inside me. Pain shot through my body and my hole tightened around his shaft as I tensed my body. Zak held his cock in place, “Easy, just relax…..relax.” The pain subsided and I arched my back and again pressed firmly against his cock. Zak grabbed my hips and with one abrupt thrust buried his cock balls deep into my guts. I again tightened my ass around his toxic meat, and let out a little gasp. It hurt so good, but my cock pulsed rock hard. I began to moan with pleasure. This was the first time I had a pierced dick in my hole, and it felt incredible. “You like my pierced cock in you, huh?” “Oh God…..yes!!!” I began to relentlessly pump my ass against his death stick, and Zak joined the rhythm. Tightening his grip on my hips, he pounded my ass hard with each thrust. His balls slapped against my ass with each plunge. “Ah, you’re a hungry pig for my toxic seed, aren’t you?” “Fuck, yes. Poz my faggot ass.” “Slow down, stud. You’ll get my DNA but not until I’m ready to flood your ass.” He held my hips steady, then slowed his pumping motion and continually withdrew his cock to the tip, with just the steel of his piercing remaining in my hole, then again thrust deep inside me, commenting as he did so, “Man, your hole feels awesome wrapped around my cock.” “That's good, 'cause fuck, I love your rod in me.” He continued a slow steady pace, edging himself close to shooting his load in my guts, then stopping, I could feel his cock pulsing a few times deep inside me, then Zak again began working his dick in and out of me. Each time he brought himself close to cumming then backed off. “You want my poz seed in you now?” “Yes, you feel so incredible. Load me up.” He again began to thrust in and out of my hole, but this time he slowly increased his pace, plunging in me harder and faster. “Fuck, I’m really close. You’re getting all my seed.” “You want it pig? Want my charged cum?” “Yes, give it to me.” “Yeah?” “Yes, I want to poz. Give it to me.” I again tightened my ass around his shaft, and he thrust in me one more time. “Here it comes….take my poz load.” He groaned and grunted, as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep in my hole. The sensations of his cum shooting from his death stick deep in my guts pushed me over the edge, and my cock erupted gobs of cum over and over with each throb of my shaft. With his cock still pulsing inside me, he grabbed my shoulders and shoved his cock even deeper in my ass. I couldn’t get enough of Zak’s cock. It felt amazing buried in my cunt. My balls drained themselves of all their seed. My ass was now filled with Zak’s poz juice. As he pulled his cock from my ass, cum trickled and dripped from my gaping hole. I knew he filled me with a huge load of sperm. My intestine walls were coated with his virus. Would it find its way to my bloodstream? The risk was incredibly exciting. I was hooked. There was no stopping it. I was definitely becoming a junkie for poz cum. Zak flopped on the couch next to me, panting and sweating. “Fuck that felt awesome. You have one hot ass.” Grinning and puffing, “It was very hot.” I turned and lay on the couch with my head resting on his thighs at his cock. I licked his mushroom head clean and ran my tongue down his shaft. “So……..am I hired to do your ink?” “How can I say no after a consultation like that?” We remained on the couch, naked. My head rested on Zak’s lap with his beautiful meat before my eyes. A small drop of poz spunk leaked from his piss hole and I lapped it up. We talked for a bit, getting to know each other a little better, while touching and caressing each other’s bodies. Zak told me he was born and raised in Chicago. He always had a fascination with tattoos from an early age on. He started working in a tattoo shop at 15, and after a few years became an apprentice for several years. He was lucky enough to be able to open his own shop a few years ago. Tattooing was something he loved. It was his passion, and all his tattoos had meaning in his life. I ran my hand across his biohazard tattoo. “So how long have you been poz?” “Not long, just a few years.” “Are you on meds yet?” “Ah…..no, so you got a fully charged load. Hope you’re cool with that.” My cock started to bone up. I nodded my head for him to look at my rod, “Does that answer your question?” “I guess so, you hot pig.” “Do you know who pozzed you?” “Yep,” with a slow drawn out descriptive tone, “A hairy, muscular, leather daddy with a beautiful ass and huge, uncut cock.” We both chuckled. “Did you know he was poz?” “You mean, did I chase?” “Yeah, did you want to convert?” “Fuck, yes, and it was one hot breeding.” “So why aren’t you with him?” “We weren’t looking for a relationship. We both got what we wanted from it. I was determined to get his poz load in me, and he was determined to make me work for it. It was an all-out, totally uninhibited, raunchy, verbal, poz fuck.” “It sounds like a hot breeding.” “Poz talk makes it the hottest conversion sex.” After a short pause, “So, when do you think you can get back down here to start your ink?” “Are you free next Friday in the afternoon? I could get down here by 3 or so.” “Ok….Friday at 3 it is. We’ll start your sleeve.” “Great, sounds good.” So, Zeek, what do you do up in Milwaukee?” “Well, let’s see, I like a lot of things. I graduated from college last year and just bought a home. I love doing remodeling and landscaping, so I’m redoing my house, fixing it up. I like being outdoor, hiking, biking, camping; stuff like that. I really enjoy movies, and dining out with buds.” “Cool. So what’s your degree in?” “Marketing and web design.” “Bonus!! If you’re up for it, maybe you can redesign my website for me.” “I’ll show you some of my work. If you like it, I’d love to do that for you.” “Awesome.” We stayed on the couch a bit longer and lye in each other’s arms. His naked body felt so good cuddled up against mine. “Hey, Zeek, do you have to be back in Milwaukee at a certain time? “No, I’m not on any schedule tonight. What did you have in mind?” “Want to go grab a few beers?” “Sure, that would be great.” Neither one of us moved too fast to get up. I think we both enjoyed cuddling together naked, but we reluctantly dragged our asses off the couch and slipped our clothes back on. Zak hung out in boystown at a few of the gay bars so we walked a few blocks to his favorite hang-out for a few beers. Zak introduced me to a few of his buddies that were out. We did a few shots with them then continued some one-on-one chat. “So, Zeek, what else gets you going besides ink, piercings and taking poz cock raw?” I chuckled, “Well, I’m pretty open-minded. I have a bit of a kinky streak in me.” “Oooh, kinky streak, like what? And you can’t shock me, believe me.” “Anything from toys, slings, sounds, to watersports, and more. What about you?” “There isn’t much I wouldn’t do, and everything on your list…… been there, done that. I’m a pig.” He leaned over to me and gave me a gentle nibble on my lip before planting a wet kiss on me. Standing up from his bar stool, Zak circled behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. He whispered in my ear, “I have to piss if you want a taste.” He made his way to the men’s room and looked back at me with a grin. You didn’t have to tell me twice. I was off my bar stool in a flash and following him to the bathroom with my beer in hand. When I walked into the bathroom, Zak already had his pants unzipped and his pierced meat dangled at the urinal. I walked up behind him and grabbed his ass. He turned to face me and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth, and he held me still with his hands on my shoulders. “Fuck, here it comes.” As the first drops of piss hit my tongue I must have sprung an instant boner. I loved drinking from the tap. Zak’s warm piss sprayed from his cock filling my mouth. It had just a slight bitter taste to it, but was pretty watered down from the beer. I was like a hungry pig sucking its mother’s tit, wanting every drop of piss down my throat. Zak repeatedly stopped his urine stream, giving me just enough time to gulp down all of his nectar before letting his piss flow again in my mouth. My cock throbbed over and over again. He pulled his cock from my mouth and the last few sprays and drops of piss landed on my face, stache and beard. It was as if he was marking his territory. I stood up, slammed the rest of my beer in front of him then held the bottle to my cock head. I let out a full stream of piss filling my bottle to the top. I took a swig of my own piss then Zak took the bottle from my hand and left the bathroom. When I returned to the bar, he was sitting on his bar stool drinking from my beer bottle in front of everyone. They had no idea he was actually swigging my sweet cock nectar and not beer. After tipping another beer together and an erotic farewell kiss, I left for Milwaukee. On my drive up I94 I had time to think outside the heat of the moment. Even though I had fantasized for a long time about taking a poz cock raw, that was the first time I actually went through with it. A little fear set in knowing I could possibly poz from Zak’s DNA planted deep in my hole. I debated pulling into the Oasis pit stop, heading to the bathroom and emptying his seed from inside me. Those thoughts were quickly diverted by my cock boning up over thoughts of how awesome his hard shaft felt in me, and that having his poz cum in me also turned me on. The thoughts of his hot naked, inked body danced through my head. The smell of his piss still lingered on my beard and stache. My cock again throbbed in my jeans. I never even considered myself an actual chaser, but found myself craving more of his toxic spunk. The Oasis was just ahead, but I drove on past as my car continued down I94; my cock raging hard and my ass twitching full of Zak’s charged cum. I still had some fear in me, but I knew there was no turning back. I began to accept that I wanted to charge up, and I wanted Zak to be my gifter. The Tattoo Artist: Chapter 2 Unable to sleep, I got out of bed, and started my day. Today was a special day for several reasons. It was my 23rd birthday, and it was also Friday, the day of my first tattoo session with Zak. I was a little anxious and nervous, but excited to be seeing him again. I wanted to start my journey becoming a heavily inked pig, but I was not sure how much it would hurt. I turned on Netflix and watched some episodes of Miami Ink. Seeing hot Ami James and all his sexy ink just got me turned on and more determined than ever to go through with it. It was what I wanted. I decided to get dressed and cruise down to Chicago early. It was a perfect day for a drive, sunny and warm. I rolled down the windows and cranked the music. The air felt invigorating blowing across my body. I arrived in Boystown well ahead of my tattoo time with Zak, so I decided to browse the shops in the area. I came across a cool bookstore and bought a tattoo magazine. I also found an awesome pair of black biker boots, and a few t-shirts. Then I came across an adult bookstore and couldn’t resist checking out their gear. I ended up walking out with a “pig” t-shirt and a new yellow “piss pig” jock. After my little shopping spree I headed for the tattoo shop. I arrived a little early for my appointment. Zak greeted me with a hug and told me I could have a seat on the sofa while he finished up with his client. He grabbed me a bottle of water, and I sat down in the same place where just a week earlier I was taking Zak’s poz cock raw. The thought of it just gave me a major erection. I tried to find a distraction to get my boner to stop poking at my jeans. After all, Zak and his client were within eye’s shot. At least his client had his back to me. I found Zak’s portfolio sitting on the table next to the sofa. I browsed through the pages, but seeing his ink work only made my cock harder. I glanced at Zak, and he happened to look up at me. I immediately grinned back at him and stood up to show him my raging hard on through my jeans. I rubbed my crotch, and he chuckled then gave me a look that said, “Behave yourself.” I returned to the sofa and remembered an article I read several years earlier about a guy that popped wood at an inappropriate time and tried to “kill” the “snake” that had come to life in his pants by thinking about greasy dishes. (Why the hell I remember that article I have no idea). Maybe that would kill the beast in my pants. I tried to concentrate on dirty dishes, but all I could think about was stripping naked and having Zak fuck the hell out of me and unload his poz seed in my ass. My hard cock raged on. I grabbed a pillow for my lap to camouflage the bulge in my pants. After about a 15 minute wait, Zak poked his head around the corner and told me to follow him to his tattoo station. He walked to the entrance and locked the front door. “Now we’re all alone. No interruptions.” I pointed to my pants, “Good, because something is still up.” Zak laughed, “You’re becoming a cum-crazed pig. You know that don’t you?” “Yeah, and I love it.” I took a seat at his work station, and he walked up to me from behind. He put his hands on my shoulders, bent down and ran his tongue across the back of neck. He kissed my neck, nibbled my earlobe then worked his way to kissing my cheek. His tongue licked across my upper lip and he buried it into my mouth and started to make out with me, swirling his tongue with mine. Zak showed me his now hard cock bulging through his jeans, “As much as I want to tear your clothes off and fuck you right here, we won’t get anything done that way.” “And why is that a bad thing?” He again chuckled, “Let’s focus on your ink. We can play after.” “Oookkkaaayyy, ok.” “So are you ready to get started, sexy?” “Yeah, I’m ready.” “Awesome.” He grinned, “Besides, I’ll kill your hard on in no time when you feel the needle.” I chuckled and smiled at him, “You seem to be getting too much pleasure from that.” “I probably am, but there’s only one way to find out. Let’s get started. I made a few sketches for you to take a look at. If you like them I’ll use the one you want.” After looking at both designs, I had a hard time deciding between the two. Both were so cool. “Wow, I’d be happy with either design. They rock!!” “Well then, can I make a suggestion? This one is my favorite, because I think it will follow the curves of your arm the best.” “Cool. Then that’s it. It’s the one.” “Great. Get your shirt off and I’ll start the layout.” I pulled my shirt off over my head and sat down in the chair again. Zak was grinning at me. “What? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I’m happy you are here, and allowing me to give you your first tattoo. That and you have one hot, trim body.” He pulled his chair next to mine, and took me by the hand. He positioned my arm and started the sketch. “This tattoo is going to look so cool on you, Zeek.” After about 10 minutes Zak completed the rough layout, and started to set up his ink. “Go look in the mirror and let me know if you’re happy with the layout.” I walked to the mirror and checked out the design. “It looks perfect.” “Awesome, get your sweet ass over here.” “Yes sir.” “Have a seat and get your arm up here. I’ll start out slow so you can see how it feels. We’ll work on it as long as you can. If you need a break, just let me know.” I sat in the “hot seat” again. I was nervous and excited all rolled up into one. Zak positioned my arm, “Here we go. You’re about to lose your tattoo virginity.” The familiar buzz of the tattoo gun filled the room, and my adrenaline rush kicked in. Zak rubbed a dab of aquaphor onto the first spot and the needle pierced my skin and the first line was inked in no time. I was happy to find the pain tolerable. It felt more like an annoying pinching sensation than anything. I also quickly discovered that I like to watch. I like to see the needle entering my skin watching the tattoo take shape. Guess that doesn’t come as a surprise to me, since I love visual stimulation with sex too. Seeing piss or cum shooting from a hot cock, or watching a hard piece of meat sliding in and out of a gaping ass is totally erotic. I like eye contact while getting fucked too. There definitely is a sexual side to the process of getting tattooed. The needle poked my arm again and snapped me back to reality. After about an hour and a half or so of turning my arm this way and that way, and switching to lying on the table, while Zak carved his design into my arm, the line work was finished. “How are you doing, Zeek? Need a break for a few?” “Sure. A stretch break would be good.” “How does it feel?” “It’s definitely burning a little, but it’s ok.” “Cool, we won’t finish in one session so let me know when you need to end. I’ll let you call it.” I walked over to the mirror to check out my new ink. Zak appeared behind me in the mirror, slipped his arm around my waist and kissed me gently on the neck. “It’s looking so hot on you, Zeek.” “I love it so far.” “Wait until you see the color start to fill it in. It will come to life.” Zak returned to his seat and set up the colors needed in his ink caps. After about 5 minutes, “I’m ready for you, Zeek. Let’s start shading in that sucker.” This time Zak had me lay on the table to start. He positioned my arm straight out away from my body. “Damn, Zeek, you make me want to tear those jeans off and fuck you right here.” Zak wheeled his chair to the side of the table and kissed me on the belly. I caressed the back of his head. His lips felt incredible on my skin, and his beard tickled my side. My cock certainly responded to his touch. It was already half erect. “I’d love to seed you right now.” “As hard as this is to say, Nah uh, it’s ink time. We can play soon enough.” He said, “I know, I know…..Focus.” The buzz of his tattoo gun kicked in again, and the color started on my sleeve. About 2 ½ hours later we were finished for the day. A bunch of color was completed and it was looking awesome, but my arm was also on fire. Zak cleaned up sleeve, and lightly rubbed a thin coat of aquaphor onto my skin. “That’ll cool it down, Zeek. Go check it out, man.” I walked to the mirror. “Oh my God, Zak, I love it.” He walked over to me at the mirror. “Wait till it’s finished. It’s going to look awesome.” He wrapped my arm then taped it in place then returned to his work station and began to clean it up. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, admiring my new ink. “It’s going to bleed a little and leak ink a bit, Zeek, so clean it when you get home. Put the aquaphor on it a few times a day while it heals.” “Ok….no problem.” Zak again appeared behind me in the mirror. He pulled his t-shirt off, put his arms around my waist and pulled my body tight against his. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. My dick quickly boned up. I reached back and slipped my hand between us to grab his hard dick. I rubbed his hard rod through his jeans. His cock throbbed in my hand, and Zak let out a moan of pleasure and began kissing my neck. As he whispered in my ear, “I want to fuck you raw, right here and right now,” he rubbed my hard cock, and unbuttoned my pants. He reached down into my pants and stroked my meat. My jeans dropped to my ankles, and Zak began to grind his cock against my bare ass. I could feel the wetness on the head of my cock as my precum leaked from my piss hole. Zak smeared my juice onto my shaft then put his wet hand over my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and licked up my precum from his hand. Zak slipped his thumb into my mouth, and I began to suck it. While he continued to kiss my neck from behind me, he unbuttoned his jeans and dropped them to the floor. I grabbed his ass and pressed his cock tight into my ass cheeks. Zak again moaned then grasped me around the waist and chest. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. “Fuck, you feel so good, Zeek. I want to feel my cock inside you. Give you what we both want. “Yes, you know I want it. Charge me up, Zak. Please fuck me.” I stepped out of my jeans and kicked them aside. I was now naked with Zak’s cock pressed hard against my ass. His precum began to lube my hole as he continued to rub his hard cock between my cheeks. He kicked his jeans off. Our bodies were both naked. The touch of Zak’s skin against my body sent chills up my spine, and I could already feel the sweat forming between us. Zak held me tightly from behind with his arm across my chest, and with a firm grip caressed my ass cheeks and rubbed his hand across my hole. My ass tightened and puckered while my cock stiffened and throbbed. Zak kissed me on my mid back, then on my side, and raised my arm above my head to bury his tongue in my arm pit. He continued to lick my pit, lapping up the scent off my body. He moved in front of me then pressed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I could taste my salty sweat on his lips and tongue. He spit in my mouth, and we continued to exchange saliva, while twisting our tongues together. With a firm grip on the back of my neck, we continued deep, erotic, French kissing for a few minutes. Then he hugged me and kissed my neck. He nibbled my ear lobe and buried his tongue in my ear while we ground our naked bodies against one another. Zak backed away from me, and snuck in one more kiss on my lips, then took me by the hand, our cocks both standing at attention and rock hard. He led me to the sofa where he first planted his seed in me the week before. He motioned to the couch, “Get on your knees, and spread those cheeks.” I eagerly obeyed. Zak knelt behind me and spread my cheeks wide with a firm grip. My puckered hole twitched with excitement, and he gave me one slap on the ass before burying his tongue into my ass. I arched my back and after continuous prodding and licking my hole opened up and his tongue slipped inside. He buried his tongue as deep as he could into my ass. The sensations sent chills through my body, and my hole begged to be filled by his cock. Zak gave one last grasp to my ass cheeks and a little massage. He stood up and then lounged back in a sitting position next to me on the sofa. His cock stood straight in the air. “Get your mouth on my cock and lube it up.” I shot onto the floor on my knees and slid the full length of his shaft down my throat. My tongue slid along his cock, and I began for work his dick in and out of my mouth. I continued to suck Zak’s cock, and it throbbed and pulsed in my mouth, spilling sweet precum down my throat. Zak grabbed the back on my head, shoving his cock deep down my throat. “Yeah, work that poz cock, swallow that charged precum.” He held his cock buried all the way in my mouth setting off my gag reflex, and making my eyes water. “Get up here and ride my cock. I want to see my meat slide all the way inside you.” I stood on the sofa, my legs straddling Zak’s, my pole standing straight up; balls dangling in front of his face. He tugged on my sack and engulfed both of my balls into his mouth. He sucked my balls, and licked them before grasping them with his hand and pulling them down to devour my cock down his throat. He sucked my rod for a few minutes, then said, “Sit on my poz cock, boy.” He spit in his hand, and as I lowered myself toward his hard shaft he smeared his spit onto my hole and lubed his cock with a few wet strokes. He directed the head of his meat toward my hole. His eyes were fixed on the head of his shaft as I squatted above his tool. I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. His PA ring and dick head pressed at my asshole, and with a quick thrust his cock head slipped inside. With a slow, steady motion my ass lips slid down the full length of his shaft. His hard cock was all the way inside me. Zak grabbed my hips and buried his cock even deeper in me. “FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!! Feel my poz rod in you. My PA is going to tear you up.” His cock stiffened in me, and his PA stretched my hole with each pulse of his meat. Zak cupped his hands onto my ass, and spread my cheeks wide open. I began to ride is pole all the way in and out of me with slow, steady motions. He groaned each time I took his cock all the way inside me. “Fuck, yes Zak!” The sensations were driving me wild. My cock was stiff and pulsing. Zak again grabbed my waist and began to shove me down onto his cock faster and harder, thrusting his hips each time to drive his death-stick all the way inside me. I could feel his PA further stretching and working my hole raw with each slam of his cock into my hole. It felt amazing. “Damn, Zeek, I can’t hold out much longer. You want my poz load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me. Make me your poz pig.” My ass tightened around his shaft. “Oh, fuck, yes, here it comes. I’m going to poz you up, pig.” Zak thrust inside me. I felt his cock throb over and over again. As he filled my guts with his DNA, I stroked my cock, erupting cum onto his face, and beard. He opened his mouth. My cock continued to pulse, and I shot more of my jizz across his lips onto his tongue. While my cock still throbbed, I slowly worked the length of his shaft in and out of my ass. “Fuck, yes, Zeek, work my poz babies into you.” Blood tinged cum dripped from my ass with each plunge down his cock. Then I sat on his cock until I felt it stop throbbing inside me. I pulled his dick from my ass, and it slapped against his biohazard tattoo. His meat was covered with streaks of pink tinged cum. “Fuck, yes. Look at that, Zeek. Keep my virus in you. It definitely has access to your bloodstream.” Zak scooped up his blood streaked cum from his cock and put his fingers into my mouth. I licked and sucked them clean, swallowing every drop. Blood dripped from the edge of the bandage covering my freshly inked arm. It splattered onto Zak’s biohazard tattoo and cock. He ran his fingers down his shaft through my blood, across his lips and tongue. I kissed his mouth, tasting my blood on his lips. Still puffing and panting, “Fuck, Zeek. That was so hot. I love fucking my poz cum into your ass.” “I love feeling you shoot your toxic seed in me.” We need to change your bandage. Zak removed the wrapping from my arm and walked to his station for more bandages. I enjoyed looking at his naked body. It was such a turn on to me. He returned with more supplies and reapplied the bandage to my arm. We lie naked in each other’s arms on the sofa. “When can you get back down here to see me? We can continue your ink after a few weeks too. Let this heal a bit first.” “I definitely can get here in two weeks to continue my ink.” “How about we go on a date next weekend and an ink session two weeks from tonight same time?” “Sounds perfect to me.” “You know, you could possibly be ready for a biohazard tattoo in two weeks too.” I smiled, “Fuck yes.” My cock started to bone up at that thought, and I planted a slow, passionate kiss onto Zak’s lips. “Zeek, I want you to know something. I don’t want to just poz you. I like you, and not just a little. I like you a lot. I want you to be my boyfriend, my poz pig. What do you say?” “I’d like that a lot.” We continued to make out on the sofa. Our naked bodies pressed tightly together. Before we knew it both of our cocks were fully boned up again. We began to grind our bodies together. Zak kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “Zeek, I want to give you my DNA again. Make you my poz boy……….”

Hey guys, I really get into ass to mouth. Seems like more and more there is editing when content goes ass to mouth. Anybody have any suggestions on sites that show this sort of content?

yes cause it gives his seed more time to soak into me

putting a time limit on when a top should get hard can ruin the mood. performance anxiety. i say enjoy getting him hard. it can be fun.

You can't. You're gonna get a mix of neg guys, undetectable guys, and guys who don't yet know they're poz. The guys who don't know yet are the ones who'll transmit HIV.

Daddy Mason was sliding his 2 thick fingers in and out of our weekend bottom sub pig's wet, chemmed up, hungry, formerly bi virgin fuckhole while he kept telling the sex crazed hot fucker to open his mouth wide. And every time the slut did Daddy Mason spit hard and dirty into the pig's mouth ordering him to swallow it. Trevor obeyed eagerly, his moans of lust and pleasure coming almost continually now. I, too, was moaning in animal heat as Leather Daddy had just slid his 4 fingers back into my accepting hole after he had taken them out just long enough to coat them with a thick dusting of tina. Instantly I felt the welcome intense burning of the booty bump and I ground back harder against Daddy's fingers, eager to get the drug deep inside me and let it do its work and get me higher and more spun than I could ever remember being. And the filthy carnal erotic scene just a few feet in front of us only served to magnify every sensual thought and need and sensation in my body and mind. “You ready for Daddy Mason's long fat black monster to tear up your white pussy boi and make it mine?!”, Daddy Mason asked Trevor in a deep seductive domineering voice. As had been the case ever since Daddy Mason had first spoken to Trevor, the cock whore answered immediately and with undisguised lust and need. “Yes SIR, Daddy Mason, I am!! I need to feel your huge awesome BBC pounding my fucking white cunt, using it for your pleasure SIR, and mark it with your Alpha manseed and make it yours! Please Daddy Mason, let me feel your black fuckmeat inside your pig boi where it belongs!” I saw Daddy Mason shift his gaze in our direction and a wickedly dark grin appeared on his lips. In the same moment I heard Leather Daddy speak in a husky voice from over my shoulder just loud enough to reach across the floor to Daddy Mason. “Fuck yeah stud! Do it! It's time!” Daddy Mason answered with a barely noticeable nod then turned his attention and words back to our party bottom pig. He twirled the glass pipe, Trevor's eyes following every movement. “Yeah boi? Are you sure that's what you want? What you need? To have your whore's ass fucked and used by Daddy Mason's black fleshmeat, to feel your beaten torn pussy flooded with your Master's thick hot seed and forever be marked as MINE? No matter what?” I suddenly realized where this was going and groaned hungrily at the thought. Daddy Mason was about to finalize what Leather Daddy had been working toward all weekend. Trevor grabbed the thick muscled thighs of the black adonis before whom he kneeled in apparent total cock worship submission. “Oh fuck YES, Daddy Mason! It's what I want and need. I want to be your fuckboi and be owned by you no matter what! Nothing could make me not want you SIR! Please, please fuck meeeeeeeee!!” Daddy Mason smiled and answered Trevor, “I'm going to boi. Daddy Mason is going to drill this fat hard black cock deep inside your cunt pig, deeper than anything has ever been! I'm not going to be gentle with you either bitch! I'm going to take that pussy hard and rough leaving no doubt in your fogged up slutty mind that you and your cunt belong to ME. Going to give you every-fucking-thing my fat dick and hairy balls have to give you!” Trevor was shaking in hunger and need totally surrendered to this black god he had met less than an hour before. “Yes, yes, yes!” he kept chanting. Please Sir, please do it!” Daddy Mason lit the fire underneath the shard-filled bowl of the glass pipe making the clouds swirl thick and almost violently. “First I want you to take a couple of deep hits off the pipe slut. Get yourself even piggier and needier. Then Daddy Mason's going to ask you one more thing and then the real fun starts!” (to be continued?)

Went to Cumunion at Megaplex in Providence RI on Friday night. But lubed up first with 6 frozen loads I had collected from random tops. With my hole prepped and lubed with cum, I drove down to the baths and got a room. Put my blindfold on, opened by door, and got on all fours. The first couple loads came pretty quick, but then I hit a major lull. I walked around the place and noticed a sling that hadn't been there before. I hopped in, and pretty quickly had a cock in both ends, and a lot of guys standing around watching. None of them seemed to want to join in unfortunately. Went back and forth between the sling and my room for the next few hours, took 8 loads at Megaplex (for a total of 14 including the 6 frozen loads) before leaving at 3 am. Drove back to Boston, and on the way, a 26 year old cub in Cambridge hit me up in Grindr and asked if he could add a load to my sloppy hole. Of course I said yes. Got back home and passed out for a few hours. When I woke up, my hole was full of cum but luckily still otherwise clean, so I got back on the apps and kept taking loads. Finally stopped after load 21. Was so excited to get that many loads in less than 24 hours. It's not a record or anything, but it's been years since I've had more than 20 loads in my cunt. Can't wait to do it all again soon. Photo below was after Top 19. Notice the jizz from my hole covering his cock. Yum.

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

Out of the Closet "Hey, how's life?" I typed in a text to Tim. I wasn't expecting a quick reply but an idea had been rattling around in my head and I thought I'd bounce it off him. "Good workin on a new guy n +fuckbud from school comin to visit" he replied about ten minutes later. I smiled to myself knowing he was doing a great job sowing my bug in as many guys as he could. Was it the competition with his dad that was pushing his breeding frenzy or just his own desires? "Cool. Sounds like ur busy. Have fun" I responded, figuring my little project could wait. "?? u bored n want to chat or u want to fuck?" he sent back a minute later. I guess he knew I wouldn't just see how he was doing. We were fuckbuds with the emphasis on 'fuck'. "Coles comment at hotel fuck been nagging me. Wondering if u had any ideas" I replied. "huh what comment" Tim asked. "Cole wanted to watch me fuck his dad. thot u might like 2 help" I typed back. "U n me fuck his dad? thats f'd up" Tim replied. It sounded like it might be too weird for him and I'd have to come up with another plan so I replied "Yeah. if ur not into it thats ok." I waited a minute and didn't get a reply so I went back to surfing on my laptop. There were a bunch of messages waiting for me on the tube site I'd posted Tim's stairwell breeding on so I read through them. Only one looked like it might be worth replying to. Another was from a porn performer wanting to hookup and get recharged when he was in town but I suspected it was a fake. "He cant know its me" was the message I got back from Tim almost twenty minutes later. Sipping the last of the scotch I thought "He's in, now I just have to figure out the rest." "ok. need to find a place. sauna n stairs r out. got busted and cant chance it. lots of new security cameras in bldg" I replied. "shit where r cams?" Tim sent back right away. I laughed to myself, knowing he had probably done some fucking of his own in the public areas of the building. "Stairwells are 1, lobby & hall to back door" I replied and thought a few moments and added "don't know if they have added to 1 on roof. If doorman hasn't talked to u about it, ur ok." "no word from doorman just moans and cum lol" he typed back a minute later. Tim had found the doorman I was looking for and either sucked him or got fucked by him. As I was trying to think how to get the conversation back on finding a place to fuck Cole's dad, I got another message from Tim. "I know a place but not sure how much longer we can use it" he sent back. "Oh? where?" I replied. Tim sent back a few minutes later "got fkd by some painters in a penthouse. theyre rehabbin it so nothing in there but ladders and a mattress." "Can I see it?" I sent back right away, the whole scene starting to fall together. I met Tim later that evening and he showed me where they hid the key and we went in. The place was huge, easily 5 times my condo and it looked even bigger with no furniture, except for a stained mattress that was left in one of the bedrooms. Drop cloths, paint buckets, ladders and some tools were the only other things scattered on the bare concrete floors. "You got fucked here?" I asked curiously. "Yeah. I cruised a painter downstairs and he brought me up here. His co-workers were here and I ended up getting fucked by all three. Was kinda hot even if I didn't get to fuck the guy I cruised. One guy even hinted he was pozzing me" Tim said with a laugh. I laughed back and said "Too late for that. I got you first!" "Yeah... that guy really fingered me hard and fucked even harder. For a chubby Mexican dude he could really pound ass. The other two were good fucks but he was on a mission. He had a fresh scorpion tattoo on the side of his neck so I bet he just converted and wants to advertise. I could see the fire in his eyes when he finally blew his load in me as he pinned me on the mattress. He was really verbal, talkin shit in both English and Spanish and kept telling me how I was going to get pregnant with his babies" Tim said, gently rubbing his crotch. I could tell he was re-living the fuck in his mind as he told me. I chuckled, remembering my last chubby Mexican and how fun both of our fucks had been. For a moment pictured Hector fucking Tim, but broke that thought remembering Hector was a bottom. I looked around the bedroom and saw one of the closets still had the door on it. "That would make a good hiding spot for Cole" I thought as Tim kept talking. I scanned the walls and ceiling to make sure no one had set up security cameras in the condo and we locked up. "You free the next couple of nights?" I asked as we rode down the elevator. "If its for what I think you have planned, I'll make sure I do. You really going to poz him up?" Tim asked curiously. "He already asked for and took one hot load. I hope he's up for a couple more. And I don't know if he's going to be into an anon fuck. I'll let you know" I replied as the elevator stopped on 20. I made it back to my place and my head was trying to plan it out. First was to see if he even wanted to fuck again. I sent off a message to Cole's dad and then cruised around a few sites waiting to see if I got a response. The next morning I checked before logging into work and Cole's dad had replied. "fuk yah. have to do it at your place. wife almost busted me last time" was his message. I didn't reply right away and waited until lunch. I knew he'd be able to tell I had read his message, but I wanted to let him wait so he'd be eager to take whatever I proposed. When I took a break later in the day I sent him a message and as I'd hoped, he said yes to everything I offered. He seemed to get even more excited when i told him I had another guy guy to fuck him. "Is he poz too?" he asked. "Not sure of his status. that ok?" I replied, not being totally honest. "Yeah, I'm so horny I'll take any dick" he answered. "He likes to do anon fucks. u good with that?" I then asked, trying to add the last part of the puzzle. It took a couple minutes for him to reply and I was starting to get nervous that it would fall apart at the last second. "ok I guess. As long as you're there. Never done anything like that since I've been too scared to get blindfolded with a stranger" he finally sent back. I chuckled to myself, thinking "no strangers this time either." It was about then that I realized that the whole reason I was even trying to set this up was for Cole to watch his dad get bred. A few more texts and we were all set. The next night I went up a little early and met Tim and Cole at the penthouse. We went in and I told them what was planned. "You gotta stay as quiet as you can. If either of you speak, then he'll probably figure out who's here. Got it?" I said, seriously. Both nodded, but I kind of doubt they really heard me over their raging hormones. We moved the mattress over so that Cole would have a good view, I even posed with Tim so that I knew how far I could move around without him having to come out of his hiding spot. When the alarm went off on my watch, I knew I had to head upstairs to meet Cole's dad. He was a couple minutes late and I could see how nervous he was even in the dim light of the rooftop elevator lobby. I reached down and dug into backpack and pulled out a gummy and gave it to him. "Chew on this, it'll get you to chill" I said, knowing the potent little candy would have him mellow in no time. It did it's magic and when I pulled the cloth hood out of the bag all I got was a slow "Oh fuck. You were serious." "Yep, it's gotta be an anonymous fuck. Ready for lights out?" I asked. He nodded and I pulled the spandex hood over his head, aligning the eye and ear patches. I remember when I'd bought the thing the guy in the store had me try on the hood and while I couldn't see a damn thing, the ear patches just muffled sounds. There were nose and mouth openings, so he could breathe easily if I wanted him to. I still had a ball gag in the backpack just in case he got too vocal. After turning him around, I walked him in a zig-zag pattern to get him a little disoriented. We got to the stairwell door and went down the stairs very slowly, partly so he didn't fall and partly to make him forget how many flights we went down. It seemed like an hour but it was only about fifteen minutes and we were walking into the penthouse. Once inside, I pushed a paint can in front of the door to let me know if someone unexpected showed up. I saw some eyes poke out of one of the other bedrooms as I led the dad down the hall to the waiting mattress. In the room, I gave a few commands to see how well he could hear and with little response from him, I gave a tug to his sweat pants. He figured it out and took them the rest of the way off. I tossed them a short ways away and then pulled his tee shirt over his head. I readjusted the hood and got him on his knees on the mattress before I shed my own clothes. He knelt there with his hands behind his back like a good sub, waiting for his next order. I cleared my throat twice, like I had told Tim and Cole earlier as my signal that the fun was about to begin. The folding closet doors slowly opened and Cole was standing there. He gazed at his dad and once he really knew it was him his jaw dropped. Even with his dad hooded, Cole had recognized his naked body. Tim came around the corner, trying to stay as quiet as possible, and stood near Cole. I started by rubbing the tip of my cock over the dad's lips and in less than a second he had his lips and tongue working over my foreskin. The whole scene turned me on and made me start to leak immediately. The sight seemed to be turning Cole and Tim on too, maybe Cole more so. He was rubbing the tent on the front of his shorts while his eyes were glued on to his dad and I. His dad was doing a much better job sucking my dick than he did last time. He was going deeper on his own and getting my cock nice and slick with spit. After putting my hands behind his head and shoving my dick into his throat I heard a raspy "Fuck!" come from Cole. I turned and gave him a scowl followed by a silent "hush" sign. After a few more minutes of sucking and throat fucks, my cock was coated with a combination of spit and throat slime making it ready to get back into the dad's ass. My first breeding hadn't done it's job so hopefully this one would. Holding his head still, I pulled my cock out of his mouth and slapped it across each cheek. The dad let out a soft whimper at the sudden empty feeling but that soon changed when I turned him around and pushed his head down to the mattress. Judging by the stains on it, the mattress was going to give him a slew of smells to breathe in. With him in position, I teased his ass with my slick cock before spreading his ass apart. On our previous fuck, I was a little impatient (which turned out to be a good thing since his wife and kid came home earlier than I think he expected) so I didn't spend much time checking out his ass. Before the spit and shove, this time I spent a moment admiring the tight, almost virgin looking hole. Pulling back my foreskin, I left the head of my cock drooling pre into the crater before hacking up a gob of spit and shooting it over my cock head and his hole. A figure approached slowly and I realized it was Tim with his phone out, capturing the moment of penetration. "No fuckin faces. OK?" I whispered to him menacingly. "Yes, sir" he replied, apologetically and hushed. Behind him, I saw Cole moving a little closer and to his right to get a better look at his dad getting impaled with my poz dick. He had shed his tee and one hand was playing with his tiny left nip and the other rubbing his junk through his shorts. Tim had zoomed in and liked what he saw, based on the bulge in his shorts and tongue licking his lips. Tim and Cole seemed to be almost as impatient as Cole's dad was. I felt him push his ass back but a quick whack on his ass stopped that. I tell a guy when he gets my dick, not some greedy bottom. The pre glistened on the exposed head of my cock. While there wasn't a lot of light, the work lights that the construction guys had left gave us enough to see what we were doing. I waited another minute and then gave a quick stab, jamming my cock just inside the outer ring. "Ah... FUCK!" Cole's dad yelled out and I gave him another hard slap on his ass. I don't know if he heard me telling him to stay quiet or not, but any sound he made from then on was much softer. Another pause and another jab, pushing almost half way in. From the twists from dad's body, I knew he was feeling a lot of pain. And that's what I wanted. If a neg guy knowingly takes an unmedicated poz dick, I think it's the top's duty to make sure the bug has the best chance at claiming another victim. My hands held firm on the dad's hips as I pulled back and then shoved in deeper. His hole was throbbing around my shaft and I repeated the move a couple more times until I felt his furry ass planted against my body. "Fuck yeah" Tim muttered quietly. I looked back and Cole was now naked and stroking his cock while his eyes were glued on me and his dad. Pulling my cock back, I loved how his chute gripped my rod. I made it about three quarters of the way out before I thrust back in and the fuck truly began. The groans from Cole's dad started out sounding a little strident but smoothed out the longer I fucked. My leaking dick made sure I could fuck a while too, the pre lubing up his chute just enough and coating every surface that my cock pressed into. I didn't really want too much lube so he got roughed up and readily accepted my virus. My pace picked up and slowed down to keep it interesting. His body gave a shudder when my cock found his prostate and and it felt damn good. I kept hitting that spot until I finally felt him lose himself in orgasm. The dad's ass ring really clamped down around my cock and after two more jabs my own orgasm started to rise. The shots were strong, hosing down the abused tissue with my potent cream. Both of us moaned in ecstasy as our balls drained themselves. This fuck was easily three times longer than the last one and probably longer. The load was probably twice the size as the previous one I gave him too. Looking to my side, Tim was now totally naked and somewhat patiently waiting his turn. As much as I enjoyed feeling the cum filled hole wrapped around my cock, it was starting to soften and I knew it was time to let Tim have his turn. I slowly withdrew, trying to leave as much cum inside as I could. Moving around to the dad's head, Tim moved in and once again had his phone out, videoing his penetration past the now looser ring and into the toxic pool of cum waiting inside. The moan he let out showed just how much he enjoyed it. I let out a similar moan when the dad's tongue started to lap at my cock. In these situations, my cock never gets completely soft and when it starts getting attention like the dad was giving, it perks right back up. I let Tim get into a good rhythm before I moved closer and started to spitroast the dad. Tim even grabbed a shot going from his fuck to my blowjob. After a short while, I needed a break and pulled my cock from the dad's warm mouth and let him lap at my balls for several seconds before standing up. Cole had moved closer, but was still jerking his cock while he watched his dad take the second poz dick of the night. I had wondered if his comment at the gangbang was just talk or whether he really did want to watch me fuck his dad. He really seemed into it when I asked and so here we are. Sometimes fantasy is much better than reality, but judging by his actions he was enjoying it. I was too and I hoped my next move wouldn't ruin it. I walked over and stood behind Cole, wrapping my arms around his chest. My semi-hard dick was pointing down, nestling between his firm ass cheeks. "Don't cum yet" I whispered into his ear. Cole nodded his head. He seemed nervous and got even more so when I walked him even closer to Tim and his dad. Dad was totally into getting fucked by an unseen stranger and would rock himself back onto the cock that was fucking him. "Swap spots with Tim when I give the signal" I whispered to Cole. He shook his head side to side vigorously telling me that he didn't want to fuck. "Trust me. You'll never get this chance again" I whispered. The shake of his head wasn't as strong but he still wordlessly said 'no'. My mind whirled as I tried to think of a way to get him to be part of pozzing his dad. I didn't have much time since Tim was looking like he was right at the brink. I crouched down a little and pressed my cock up to Cole's twink hole. He started to make a sound and I quickly covered his mouth as I pushed in harder and breached the entrance. I heard him quietly grunt followed by a long moan. Pushing in deeper and then pulling back, I felt him work my shaft with his ass muscles. This innocent looking twink was no stranger to taking dick and was considerably better at it than his dad. Giving him two more half length thrusts, I whispered in his ear "I want this ass all to myself soon. Now get ready to take Tim's place." Cole gave my cock a firm squeeze and then nodded yes. I felt him moan into my hand as I pulled my cock out of his ass. My hand caressed his smooth butt and I briefly wondered if he'd eventually get hairy like his dad. Kneeling down in front of his dad's face, I presented my cock again and just like before he eagerly took it back in his mouth, unknowingly tasting his son's ass. Tim and I exchanged glances and I then shook my head 'no' to tell him not to cum just yet. His expression told me he understood but was very close. Motioning with my hands, I told them to swap. Holding on to the dad's head, I watched Tim pull out and Cole's rigid cock go in. Cole was stifling himself from making any sounds but slid quickly into his dad. He went to grab his father's hips and then quickly pulled his hands back, not wanting to give his dad any clues as to who was entering him now. His fuck started slowly, with each stroke getting longer until he was plowing the full length. At first, his eyes were wide open and the expression was one of shock but the longer he fucked it began to change. Next it became pleasure and then the snarl took over. It was then that I knew he realized he was going to pump his viral load into a hungry neg pussy. His dad's neg pussy. Tim braced his shoulders which allowed Cole to fuck harder. I let him go on for a few more minutes and then motioned for them to swap again. Cole didn't seem too happy, but backed away and let Tim shove back in. This time, he was only on one knee and used the position to drive harder into the dad's stretched pussy. Tim gave me a scowl and I knew he wasn't going to pull out again without dumping his toxic spunk inside. With his attention turned back on his fuck, Tim's face showed the determination he had. As I throat fucked the dad, I wondered what turned Tim on more - raw fucking a guy or the thought of pozzing his friend's dad. His hands gripped the dad's hips tight as he thrust in one more time and unleashed his pent up load. I couldn't see Cole right way, but then realized he was on his hands and knees behind Tim, videoing the insemination. I always love watching those vids where you can see the hopefully poz load getting pumped through a guy's cock and into an unsuspecting neg hole. Tim's orgasm was about as quiet as they come. What he didn't verbalize was wildly gestured and while the growl was almost silent it ended with a very satisfied looking grin. For his part, the dad let out a protracted moan around my cock when he felt another load getting pumped into his gut. Cole stroked his cock while he bent over and licked Tim's cock once he was out of the dad. Three licks was all he gave before assuming the same position Tim had been in. One knee down, the other foot flat on the mattress and a hard shove into the sloppy, cum filled hole. I felt the dad grunt around my shaft when he went in, so I knew he felt it. Cole wasted no time fucking his dad again. There was no hesitation this time and as a guy I understood. Once you start fucking it consumes every thought and action until you blow your load. I expected Cole to throw a half dozen thrusts and then empty his balls, but he kept fucking. Maybe he was more of a top than I gave him credit for. He kept going for several minutes until I heard a repressed grunt followed by another and another. Tim was videoing, just like Cole had for his breeding and looked hot with his ass up in the air and head down capturing the moment that the dad took his third toxic load of the night. Cole's orgasm lasted a lot longer than the last time I saw him cum in the hotel room with the chaser. I wondered if he was getting more comfortable breeding guys with his potent jizz or if pozzing his dad really took him to another level. Once again, I got a contented moan around my cock from the dad. Holding his head, I backed away again and stood up, walking back to take my second turn on the father's doomed ass. I had been edging for a while as the dad nursed on my cock and knew that this would be a quick fuck. With Cole out of the way, I crouched down and placed my hand between the dad's shoulder blades. Leaning forward, his arms collapsed and his head was buried into the mattress. I almost wanted to piss on the mattress next to his face to give him something else to sniff, but my cock was already occupied. A hard shove left me balls deep in his hole, my cock bathed in a pool of toxic spooge. The dad cried out "Oh FUCK!" again, now that his mouth wasn't full of hard flesh. There's something about that position that makes me fuck harder. While I don't consider myself a Dom or a Master, I do think of myself as an Alpha and most everyone else is a beta or lower to be used for my pleasure. The dad's grunts got louder the longer I pounded him until I gave a light slap to his head. That quieted him down until he turned his head and started growling and yelling into the mattress which muffled his cries quite well. I looked over and Tim was just finishing up cleaning Cole's cum covered dick. As he stood up, Cole pulled him in for a kiss, first licking the cum off Tim's chin fur and then digging his tongue into Tim's mouth. After ten or so minutes, my thrusts started to get a little ragged as I fought off shooting my second load of the night. The dad had done a good job so far handling some far from gentle fucking and I was ready to give him a fresh load of charged seed. When I started grunting, both Tim and Cole stopped their snogging and groping and turned to watch. Tim muttered out a quiet "oh fuck!" and grabbed his phone and assumed his position under me to video another injection of poz cum. My hand slipped down and mashed the dad's head even further into the mattress as I gave a few more slams into his well abused cunt. My load pumped deep into his chute and I knew it was going to take a while for it to drain out. More fertile tissue to accept my strain. Tim kept the phone in his hand and got some closeups of the abused, dripping hole before he dove back in with his cock. With Tim back pounding the dad again, I grinned at Cole and pushed him to his knees. He knew what to do and was lapping at my shaft and balls quickly. Tim was churning the cum inside the dad, who was now back on all fours, and Cole was licking any stray cum that he could find on me. We were going like that for several minutes when I heard the sound I was dreading all night. Cole froze and I backed away from him and walked over and pulled on my basketball shorts. I looked over and Tim kept fucking but at a much slower pace and looked at me a little worried. I walked down the hall back into the main area of the penthouse and saw one of the doormen standing there. Gordon was a thin black guy in his mid 40's, a couple inches shorter than me and had always seemed like he would be the first guy to run if there was ever any trouble. "What the..." was all he got out when I raised my finger to my mouth to quiet him down. I slowly approached him, trying to not appear too aggressive. "It's all good. Just needed a quiet place to throw down some dick" I said in a hushed tone. He looked at me curiously, like I had piqued his interest and gave me a slight smile. I took a chance and then said "I'm not sure it's your scene but you can have a go if ya want." I led him back to the bedroom and Tim was still slow-fucking the dad. I glanced around and didn't see Cole anywhere but noticed the closet door was shut. "Damn, boy... I thought you was just a cocksuckin' fag" Gordon said quietly to Tim. I smiled, knowing that Gordon must be the one that Tim had hooked with. I moved behind him and rested my hands on his shoulders. Leaning in, I whispered "Wanna tap that pussy? It's good and juicy" into Gordon's ear. "I don't fuck dudes, man... just a quick blow from a fag when my woman's not puttin' out" he replied. "Come on, give it a shot. You might be surprised how good it feels. No one's gonna know and we're not gonna talk" I said, giving his shoulders a slight squeeze and helping him take off his uniform jacket. I hung it over a nearby ladder and when I turned back he had his shoes and pants off. Tim picked up his pace until he was slammed all the way into the dad, pumping his poison into the dad's sloppy hole. Next, I took Gordon's pants, shirt and loosened tie and hung them over the jacket. Gordon closely watched Tim breed the unknown guy, rubbing himself hard. Even after Tim had pulled out, he stood there tugging on his junk. The grin on Tim's face went from ear to ear and he walked over to Gordon and sunk to his knees. With hands on each side of his white briefs, he pulled them down like I'm sure he had done many times before. Tim cradled the partially hard cock with his tongue, letting it sit there a moment as it grew. With my basketball shorts back on the floor, I went over and started fingering the dad's hole until Gordon was ready to fuck. Tim wrapped his lips around the plump eight inches of Gordon's shaft. He worked it like a pro and it was clear that he knew what things Gordon liked from a blowjob. After a few minutes, Tim pulled off, licked a finger and then simultaneously sucked the cock back down and fingered Gordon's tight ass. Gordon's head was tilted back and his eyes were closed, enjoying yet another of Tim's blowjobs. It wasn't for long, though, and Tim wasn't going to end up with load of cum in his mouth. Tim stopped and stood back up, guiding Gordon over to the mattress. I moved away, wondering if the dad had any clue as to what was going on. Tim's hand was wrapped around Gordon's cock and he lined it up to the dad's pussy. Tim let go, whispered something to Gordon and then gave a light push to the small of Gordon's back. From there, he knew what to do. He may have been hesitant, but after he felt that sloppy hole wrapped around his dick, he drilled like a seasoned ass-fucking veteran. I doubted he had ever had fucked a pussy with that many loads in it before, and I hoped it wasn't going to turn him off. He kept fucking, with grunts and groans as he churned up the toxic swill inside the dad's gut and unknowingly coating his shaft with it. He began to fuck harder after about five minutes and then gave a few quick strokes before letting out a loud growl that echoed around the empty room. Looking down, I saw Tim on his back, videoing the action while trying to catch the dripping cum into his mouth. I knew where his priorities were and doubted any of the video would be worth watching. Anyone who's watched a straight guy fuck his first guy will know what happened next. The freakout was quick and wild. Once the orgasm was over, Gordon realized what he'd just done. He pulled out fast, grabbed his shorts and uniform and was running out of the bedroom fast. He must have dressed quickly in the main living area of the penthouse because all we heard was "Lock up when you leave and if you tell anyone, you're dead!" right before the front door clicked shut. I slid back into the dad and fucked a few more minutes but realized my balls were spent. I looked over and saw Tim and Cole putting their clothes back on and giving a quick wave as they too headed to the front door. "Oh fuck... I don't think I can take any more" the dad said breathlessly. I chuckled but was impressed that he'd made it that long without complaint. I reached down and dislodged one of the earpads so he could hear and said "Yeah, I'm done too." With my cock out of his swollen, loose hole, cum was dripping out. I pulled a plug out of my backpack and pushed it into him, sealing the remaining juices inside. I kind of wished that Tim or Cole had stuck around to lick the cum off his ass and balls before I got him back into his sweat pants. He'd be showering and doing a quick load of laundry soon, anyway. With him dressed again, I walked him down the hall to the elevator bank and positioned him facing into the back corner of the car. I told him to close his eyes and then pulled the hood off of his head. "Count to twenty and then open your eyes" I said as I pushed 19 on the panel and got back into the hallway just as the doors started to shut. I went back to the penthouse and made sure it looked just like it did when we got there almost two hours earlier. The mattress had a few wet spots but I doubt anyone would notice. I flicked off the lights, locked the door and put the key back under the mat before taking the stairs down to my place. The next day I went for a walk and saw Gordon at desk inside the front doors. "Did ya have fun?" I asked quietly. His eyes got big and his jaw dropped open. "Oh man, that was crazy" he said, looking to make sure no one else was near. "I haven't been in a pussy with that many loads since some Navy buddies and I hired a hooker one weekend when I was a young un on leave" he said, clearly getting a little aroused. "Good. Ya gotta let loose sometimes. Can't keep the animal caged forever. And... no need to be embarrassed about it. No one else is gonna find out. " I replied and started to turn away, but turned back and leaned in. "Any time you wanna see what its like, I'd love to take that hot ass for a ride."

not at all.i was born a faggot and a cockwhore and a cumdumpster.i am proud of being such a slutty,queeny, easy faggot bottomboy.i have always loved being down on my knees sucking guys cocks, laying on my back with my legs spread getting fucked and bred or down on my hands and knees taking cocks in both ends and filled with cum. girly sissies like me exist to service cocks and be a human fucktoy that guys use just to get themselves off. being degraded, pissed on, passed around and my face spit in by men who fuck me comes naturally for a true pussyboy faggot like I am

Stairway to Heaven or Hell It had been a crappy day. Countless phonecalls, emails and texts and my lazy ass co-workers weren't giving me the info I needed. My boss was asking every hour if I was done with the project plan. It was almost 11pm and I had finally completed the damn thing. I'd thrown one co-worker under the bus, but it was his own fault for being a total jerk by not giving me any information after weeks of asking. My boss had the whole three week long email thread and he could deal with the dick. Now that he had the plan he'd been asking for with only a few "guestimates" from me to fill in the missing data, I could finally relax. I blew the smoke in the air and tossed the miniscule remains of the joint in the glass jar I kept on my table to keep all of those momentos. My cock was throbbing almost as hard as my balls. I needed to blow a three day load and I always preferred it went into a hungry ass rather than my hand. I looked at the apps on my phone and didn't really find anyone online that did it for me. All the bottoms were prep bois except for one that I had hooked up with once before and vowed never again to experience his level of crazy. Just before I was going to give up, I saw a familiar guy pop up. Maybe the last half hour wasn't going to be a complete waste of time. My cock stirred again and I quickly sent off a message. "Quickie?" was all my message to the college bugchaser said. "Cant dad home" he replied. "Sneak out? Stairwell by ur place?" I sent back. "Maybe" he responded immediately. I could tell by the pace of the messages that he needed to get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck. There was a short pause and then he typed out "dad asleep on couch gimme 10." I typed back "k bring some dirty underwear" as fast as I could. I changed into some loose shorts, a tight muscle shirt and sandals and then grabbed a bottle of poppers and a marker, putting them in the pocket in my shorts. Unlike our previous meets, I figured I didn't need to hide a key or leave my phone at home. I could trust him to just be a greedy cumdump and nothing more nefarious. I took my time going up the stairs and made it up to the 20th floor with a few minutes to spare. Sitting down on a stair leading to the 21st floor I opened up the camera on my phone and set it to video mode. I took a quick test video to see how the lighting was and it looked good. After another minute, I heard the 20th floor door open slowly. College boy poked his head in, looked around and then came in. He was wearing some running shorts, a pair of flipflops and nothing else. In his hand, he had a pair of light blue CK trunks which he raised up as he got in front of me. I took the trunks and stood up, turning around and going up the rest of the half flight to the landing. College boy followed me and I smiled at him as I turned around. "Mind if I grab a video this time?" I asked. "OK but no face shots" he replied, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. My shorts hit the floor a few seconds later. I stepped out of them and took the brown bottle out of the pocket and handed it to him. He took two long breaths from each side of his nose just like a seasoned pro. A moment later I could see the poppers hit him right as I took the bottle back and did a few quick hits myself. Resting my hand on the top of his head, I didn't even need to push down for him to take his position on his knees in front of me. His tongue lapped under the shaft and a few moments later his lips had engulfed my cock. He began with his tongue exploring all over my dick and foreskin. He was going a lot slower than I expected, but it felt really good. He pulled back a bit and with his hand pulled the foreskin back, revealing almost two days worth of sweat, dried piss and cheese. College boy bathed my cock head clean of all the crud before he worked in earnest to make sure my cock was dripping with his spit. I brought his trunks up to my face and breathed in deep. They were full of his scent as well as the smell of dried cum. The moan that came out of him was short, he caught himself and knew that we needed to stay as quiet as possible or all 26 stories were going to know what we were doing. When I thought he had my cock wet enough, I tugged him up by his arm. I stuffed the underwear into his mouth and turned him to the short railing dividing the two concrete staircases. He reached out and braced himself on the railing as I took my place behind him. I yanked his running shorts down and squeezed each side of his firm butt. Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I went in tongue first and had his muscled butt pressing against my scruffy cheeks. College boy knew what he was doing and was working his ass muscles around my tongue while I forced some spit inside. While I like the dominance that spitting on a hole before I fuck it sends, I was trying to keep this quiet. I only rimmed him about a minute, but when I got up there was a nice wet spot on the concrete where my dick had drooled some precum. Guiding my cock back where my tongue was a few moments ago, I pushed my hips in and popped inside him with surprising ease. I quickly wondered if he had been playing with toys or had just been fucked. Either way, it was going to make my job easier and keep him quieter. Slowly I slid in, filling his ass with my potent fuckstick. I got most of the way in and then hit that familiar wall. Retreating just an inch, I slammed back in, plowing right through into the inner chamber. College boy stood there almost motionless, with just the faintest trembling in his body as I stood there with my cock inside him, fully rooted. I heard a light moan come from him while I pulled back and drove my hips forward. My cock slowly fucked him for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the friction only a raw fuck can provide. While plowing my dick in and out, I heard a noise and froze. The sound of one of the doors clanking shut echoed up the stairwell, followed by the fading sound of feet shuffling down the stairs that told me there was nothing to worry about. Rocking my hips again, his hole wasn't really slick like if he had been bred earlier, just lubed a little from my spit and precum. At this point I figured he had been working his hole with a dildo or something. It felt fucking awesome, with a good amount of friction and just a little lube. He was getting sloppier but it was my pre that was adding a little more slickness with each stroke. My cock drove in firmly but not quite all the way in. I was trying to balance a good hard fuck and one that wouldn't wake the neighbors. I yanked my cock out and shoved three fingers in, twisting them back and forth for a few moments and shoved my dick back in. College boy groaned, not loudly but I could feel it with my hands which were now wrapped around his neck. Thrusting in, I watched my hips bounce off his ass and then I remembered my phone. I let go of his neck and Leaned over, my cock slipping from his ass but college boy just stood there waiting for more. I aimed my phone's camera at his ass and drove my cock slowly back inside. You could hear his muffled groan again as I pushed through his inner ring and bottomed out. I held there a moment and then began pumping again. I remembered why I hated videoing fucks, I really wanted to get the best fuck out of a bottom rather than pretend I'm Quentin Tarantino or Michael Lucas. The longer I fucked, the shakier the phone got. I pounded him harder and harder and he just braced himself better, spreading his legs a little bit wider. Slamming in, I then slowly pulled my cock out, the video showing his gaping hole slowly close after my cock had fully moved away. Holding the shot on his pussy, I shoved back in and hammered a minute before I couldn't hold back any more. I'm sure if you looked at it from below, you could watch my cock pulse as each rope of diseased cum shot into college boy's fertile tunnel. He could feel each throb of my cock while I shot my seed inside. On my second shot I felt his outer ring start to squeeze and release it's grip around my shaft. For me, there's no better feeling than dumping my cum inside a good bottom and fucking the cum out of him at the same time. I know some tops don't care if a bottom gets off or even make sure they don't, but I love the feeling of a guy milking every drop out of my dick as he orgasms. Hopefully, he was dumping the last of his neg seed on the stairs as my cock delivered the next wave of viral warriors that would claim his body. A few more thrusts and I pumped a few last spurts of charged seed inside him. My phone was still recording and I wanted to capture the cum drip out of the hole that I had just inseminated. When his ass gave one last squeeze, I leaned back slowly and zoomed in at his battered hole. There was no doubt that his hole was filled with cum, but to emphasize what type, I reached back and grabbed the marker from my shorts. Aiming the camera just above his ass, I pulled the cap off with my teeth and wrote "Pozzed" before I tossed the marker on my shorts. I slammed in one more time, burying every inch of my shaft inside. He wasn't expecting it and groaned around the gag in his mouth. Pressing the button and ending my recording, I dropped my phone on my shorts and stood back up. I gripped his torso, pulling him back against my chest and feeling the sweat on his back soak into my tee. "That's your third charged load and I've never fucked a guy more than three times" I whispered into his ear. College boy whimpered while I pulled the trunks from his mouth and then whimpered a little louder when I slipped my cock out of his ass. Using his trunks, I wiped my dick off and stuffed them back in his mouth. I pulled my own shorts on and made sure I had my phone and poppers before going down a few steps. I turned and looked up at him and saw he was staring back at me with a worried look. "Don't forget the plug. You don't want to lose any of that hot load" I said before going down a few more steps. "Oh, and you probably don't want to run around shirtless until you get the marker off your back" I added with a chuckle. Turning again, I jogged down the stairs to my floor.

Home From University I slept really well that night and spent less time wanking and watching porn the next day. The following day, I took the occasional look to see who was online and there were a few hot guys that grabbed my attention, but the laundry room guy was noticeably absent. I was trying to be good and keep away from everyone, though. One life altering virus at a time, thank you. About seven in the evening I got a message from a pic-less profile. There wasn't much information in the text either. In the old days (3 months ago, lol), I wouldn't have even wasted my time reading the message. My pool of possible hookups was now pretty limited now and who knows when things would be getting back to normal. I opened the message and it just asked "u @ 1530 marina?" I've seen these time wasters before, but replied back with a simple "yes". There were over 250 condos in this building and right now there were over a dozen on the app that were also in this building, so I guessed it was ok to give him that bit of info. In a few minutes, I got a body pic that showed a near hairless younger guy with a nice ass and then a note "18 college guy, bottom. u got nice dick." We sent a few more messages back and forth and he seemed to be interested in hooking up. As much as I wanted to stay isolated, my hormones were starting to get the better of me. Then, I got the message "ur status says askme, so I am." "That's the end of this conversation" I said to myself and sent back "poz." Setting the phone down, I cracked open a beer and started looking for something to watch on TV. I got a few alerts back and once I started a movie I looked at my phone. The faceless guy sent "u on meds?" then "bb?" and I got a few messages from other guys, too. One said he wanted to meet when house arrest is over and the others were just guys fishing for more pics. I was surprised that the college guy had continued to reply, so I gave him answers that I was sure would scare him off "ran out of meds only bb no pullouts" and hit send. I had to rewind the stupid movie to catch the beginning. The movie was about a third of the way done when my phone buzzed again. Hitting pause, I looked to see what message I got and it was from the college guy. "wow. want to but scared" he replied. I was hesitant to keep going since I figured this was going to be a waste of time. I set the phone down and watched the rest of the movie. When I got up to go to bed, I looked and there weren't any more messages from college boy and figured he had fantasized enough, blew his load and I wouldn't hear from him for a while until that kink rose back up from his subconscious. Work was surprisingly busy the next day and I had a string of phone calls and emails to deal with and suddenly it was after 6pm. Other than a few text messages from friends and family, I didn't touch my phone at all. Once dinner was consumed, I sat back on the couch trying to decide what mindless crap to watch. My phone buzzed and it was a text from my brother checking up on me. After I answered, I looked to see what other notifications I had. There were four from college boy "u busy?", "u poz negs?", "u like my ass", and "can u host?" It was hard deciding if I was just his jack off material or if he was serious about taking a poz load or ten. The messages were all from earlier today, starting about 3:30pm and going to about 7pm, so he seemed to be serious. There was no way I was going to fuck him here, nor was I going to type out my answer to his second question but I did say a silent "hell, yeah!" I typed out my reply "done working. Nice butt needs a dick in it, how many guys fuck u?" and hit send. I barely set my phone down and it buzzed with a reply from college boy. "hope urs is next 1. 37 so far" was his reply. This was getting more interesting. If he wasn't lying, he was experienced enough to know how to take dick so it might be worth at least meeting the guy. Hitting reply, I sent back "maybe. meet on roof in 20 2 talk?" Immediately I thought to myself "Why did I do that? Nothing good is going to come of this." The roof of our building has a sundeck on part of it and then an indoor area with some couches, a few game tables and a pair of large saunas. It should be a quiet place to meet and I've fucked more than a few guys in the sauna over the years. I picked up a small piece of paper and some tape, donned my mask and headed up a little early. Getting off the elevator, I walked slowly forward through the vestibule and reached up on the other side of the arched opening and slipped the paper over the security camera lens and secured it with tape. I didn't need a thousand questions from our nosy doorman. I walked into the lounge area and sat down on one of the couches and waited. It only took a couple minutes and I heard the ding from the elevator and hoped it was the college guy. Sure enough, a figure appeared and looked around. I couldn't see him clearly, the lights were dim and he was too far away. As he approached, I could see a short, thin body in some baggy shorts and a tank top. I pulled off my mask and said "Have a seat" when he was about ten feet away. He stood in front of me a moment before he sat down in the chair next to me. I looked him over now that I could see him better and while he wasn't the type I normally go for, he was easy on the eyes. His long dark blond hair was pulled back and tied in a bun, he had small dark plugs in each ear and a small straight eyebrow piercing. His pale face was smooth and soft except for a patch of hair on his chin. I could see the nipple piercings protrude through the tight tank top he was wearing, which showed off his twinky body. He was toned but not muscled and with his compact size I imagined he would be fun to toss around on a bed when fucking his brains out. His baggy shorts hid all of the good stuff and covered down to his knees. I was surprised to see some tall lace-up black leather boots on his feet that came midway up his calf. I wasn't sure if this is how he normally dressed or was just going for an edgier look to try and impress me. He stared back at me a few seconds and finally said nervously "Hi." "Hi" I replied and paused before going on. "You seem a little persistent. Am I giving you enough jack off material?" I asked. His eyes got big and he shook his head 'no' and reaffirmed it, saying "No, its nothin' like that. I mean, it's hot thinkin' about it... and you... and I get hard as fuck when you reply but I'm serious. I wanna do this." "Ya know, its a one way street and this shit can really fuck you up" I said bluntly. He nodded and kept staring at me. "How long you been chasing?" I asked. He looked perplexed, like I was suddenly talking in Mandarin. "Chasing the bug" I added. The lightbulb went on over his head and he replied "Oh... a few months. I met a guy last semester who's poz and we had some of the wildest sex I've ever had. Its almost like a porn flick, but better. He makes me beg for his dirty seed and when I feel him cum in me its so fuckin' hot. I never blow my load from getting fucked by anyone else but I do when he breeds me." "So you're already poz, then" I said, a little disappointed since I was already looking forward to knocking him up. He smiled slightly and said "No, he's on meds and I got tested at the end of January. You really toxic?" My dick twitched and started to grow in my sweat pants. Nodding 'yes' I added "Drugs ran out about a month ago." I thought about asking why he was chasing, but I really didn't care. I just needed to know he was serious. "When you get charged up, what you gonna do? Go on meds too?" I asked. I got the perplexed look from him again. I knew he hadn't thought that far ahead. After a few moments he asked "How long can I stay off of them?" I smiled and liked his thinking. "It depends on how your body deals with it. With some guys, it can be many years and for others it's weeks" I said. I could see he wanted to ask something, but first I wanted to know how willing he was going to be spreading my strain. "Your profile says you're a bottom. Do you ever top?" I inquired. "Not very often. Most guys see my size and assume I'm a bottom. Besides, I love getting fucked" he replied. I could sense an easiness in his voice telling me he was more comfortable now. "You better start spreading your seed more. I don't want my seed to go to waste" I said with an evil grin. He looked back at me intently. "Here's the deal. I'll breed you 'til I get bored. It might even be enough to get you knocked up. If you do, then you have to pass it to at least five guys. OK?" I said coldly. I watched his jaw drop and he slowly nodded 'yes'. I really didn't care how many people he infected, as long as it was more than one. Standing up, I started to walk towards the sauna. I could sense him right behind me, just like a little puppy. Once in the men's shower area, I opened the door to the sauna, standing just outside. "Strip and get inside" I commanded. College boy dropped his shorts and stepped out of them and pulled his tank, revealing more smooth skin with not a mark on it. He was standing there in a jockstrap and his boots and I said "Jock too, leave the boots on." He pushed it off, kicked it aside and stood there, revealing a very stiff five inch cock that was surprisingly thick. I nodded my head towards the door and he walked inside. I quickly took my sweats and tee off and followed him in and closing the door behind me. "You got one last chance to leave without my bug swimming in your guts" I told him. Instead of him running out the door, I watched him climb up on the lower bench on his knees with his ass hanging off. "Give it to me" he growled. Chuckling, I told him "This ain't gonna be gentle." I knelt down and grabbed each butt cheek with my hands and pulled them apart, gazing at the pink ring surrounded by a few wisps of blond hair. I thought for a moment about how wrong it was to wreck this perfect eighteen year old's fuckhole, how much pain he was going to be in in a few minutes, the pain when the virus took over his body and maybe when his body lost the fight. My cock was rock hard and dripping precum on the floor and my little head started doing the thinking. I pressed my face between his cheeks and rimmed him quickly. He let out a moan when my tongue forced its way in, adding just a little bit of spit to his hole. Someone had taught him well and he worked his hole around my tongue, relaxing it and letting me in and then squeezing it tight. Normally I would spend a long time eating out a hole like this, but I didn't want to get caught and I had a job to do. Slapping each cheek, I stood up and nestled my cock at the entrance. Leaning over his back I said "Tell me what you want." The wait was almost nothing when he replied "Please fuck me. Breed me with your poz load." Turning my head slightly, I noticed that the plugs in his ears had little biohazard symbols on them. "Let's make that truthful advertising" I thought to myself. The moment that he finished his last word, my hand went over his mouth and I slammed my hard cock into his tender hole. He screamed out like I knew he would and it was only slightly muffled by my hand, which was now covered in his spit. "Gotta wash that hand good when we're done" I thought briefly as I pulled almost out and shoved back in. The sauna wasn't on but you wouldn't know it by looking at his face and back. He was sweating like crazy and his body was trembling as I tried to hold him still. My cock was being held by his vice-like grip which was helping my assault make all those tiny tears in his chute that would let my bug invade his body. The screaming slowed down to a loud whimper while I stood there motionless with my leaking cock buried deep inside him. I was pretty sure about this time he was having second thoughts and that this was nothing like he had imagined. "You like that poz dick deep in your ass?" I asked. I got a mumbled "Mmmhmm" back from him and replied "Good, cuz this is just the beginning." I slowly withdrew and then slammed back in again. I waited only a couple seconds this time and then began drilling into him with firm thrusts. Years of gym workouts allowed me to keep up the intensity of our fuck. Beginning with the barely lubed start to five minutes of pounding to ten minutes where his hole was sloppy from my precum, then fifteen and twenty minutes passed when my balls started to ache. I could tell a few times he seemed to be fading out of consciousness from my brutal pounding and then he would come to and start grunting again. His body was weak by this point and he was only upright by bracing himself on the bench and my hands which now were on his shoulders. "Ready to get bred?" I asked. He whimpered louder and I heard a faint "Yes... please." "Beg for it" I said back to him. he gave me several almost cliche responses "knock me up... please, poz me... give me your bug" and finally a pleading "Infect me... please!" For the next few minutes, I hammered his hole fast and hard. My cock swelled a little thicker and my balls were now pulled up tight. The hammering stopped and I slammed in all the way and heard him cry out "oh god!" I chuckled and wondered if he was now praying and for what. For the fuck to end? For him to get knocked up? Pulling out about half way I gave another shove and that's when the pulses started. "FUCK!" I screamed out, followed by "Take that toxic load, neg boy!" Ropes of cum shot out and coated the walls of his tortured chute. I could feel it cover my throbbing cock as I wrapped my arms around my latest victim. Our bodies heaved together while a few more spurts of virus infected juice pumped into him. Once my orgasm faded and my breathing slowed, I pulled my sore cock out of him. I definitely had done some damage to his fuckhole and his ass ring was an angry red. Turning him around and sitting him on the lower bench, I pushed his head to my cock. "Clean it up" I told him unemotionally. He looked up at me briefly and then began to lick around my shaft. "Like the taste?" I asked. Pulling off a moment, he asked "Is that what viral cum tastes like?" Looking back at him, I said "No, that's what a wrecked and bred hole tastes like." Once he finished licking all of the cum mixture from my cock and balls, I tilted his head back up. Grinning at him I said "You're a hot fuck" but all I got back was a blank stare. He looked exhausted and I knew he would be sore for a few days. I left him sitting there, pushed the sauna door open and then quickly dressed in the shower area. He hadn't come out by the time I headed to the elevator. Walking through, I grabbed the paper that was over the camera and waited for the elevator. As I descended down to my floor, I wondered what his response would be when I wanted to give him a second dose.

Payton’s Second Job Being new in town and desperate to make new friends was the right (or wrong) combination that has brought Payton to this point in his life. Payton graduated from college 2 years ago with a teaching degree and ended up having to take a job across the country. He packed up in a U-haul and headed the 2000 miles from the Midwest to Arizona. Payton’s new employer assisted him in finding a place to live, but the pay was not that great. With little money to go and do things Payton often found himself sitting at home jerking off to porn. He was lonely and starved for friends since he had left all of his friends back home. That’s when Payton met James and his crew (there was James who seemed to be the leader of the group, Rick, Bruce and Michael). They were around his age, 24, athletic and seemed to come right out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. They all lived together and worked in a company owned by James and they all seemed so cool and the kind of guys Payton love to hang around. Although Payton had decent job, he was always short on cash when the group went out. One day James asked him if he’d be interested in making some extra cash. Payton really like these guys and was interested in making some money on the side. James looked at his buds and they all knew that Payton would fit in well with their business. They told Payton that it was a modeling job and it would take all weekend. He was told that he could make anywhere from $5000 to $15000. Payton asked if he had to do anything illegal to that James replied that he didn’t have to do anything he didn’t want to do, but that what he gets paid depends on what he is willing to do. Payton agreed and he was told to be at the house Friday night after he got off work. Friday night came and Payton arrived at the house. Once inside he was told to signs some release forms regarding the job. Payton asked what the forms were for and he was told that they were just standard forms since the company’s information and activity was proprietary. Payton signed the forms without reading them. James then had Payton taken to the bathroom to prep for the job. He was then told to strip down so that James could see his body before he would have him change into the clothes hanging in bathroom. He complied without a second thought and as James looked him over, seeing how smooth he was with the exception of his bush around his cock. He was told to use the clippers and a razor to trim down the hair so it wouldn’t show around a Speedo, then to shower up before he got dressed. Payton complied and soon he was wearing a skimpy Andrew Christian swim suit and a tank top. He came out to the living room where he saw lights and a couple video and still cameras. James then directed him over to Rick and Michael who were dressed similar. Payton was given a bottle of water and told to keep hydrated throughout the shoot. He quickly opened the bottle and downed it in a few minutes as they were finishing the prep for the shoot. James gave little direction to Payton only telling him to just go with what Rick and Michael do and not to stop for any reason. By this time James was feeling a little light headed and noticed that his dick was getting hard. He was afraid that it would pop out of the skimpy swim wear. Rick and Michael were standing on either side of Payton when James yelled action. Before he knew what was happening Rick and Michael were rubbing their hands all over his body as he continued to feel strange. Payton was lost is the moment and before he knew it he was kissing Rick and Michael was licking his way down to Payton’s growing cock. Payton was caught off guard and quickly came to reality when he broke off the kiss and yelled wait. James yelled cut and asked what the problem was? Payton asked what the fuck is going on. James told him that they were making a gay porn video. Payton pronounced that he wasn’t gay. James told him that he signed the contract acknowledging his sexuality and commitment to do this video and if he didn’t want a copy ending up at his work place he’d shut up and get back to work. Payton was defeated. He knew that if any of this got back to the school he would be fired immediately, but he was having a difficult time getting into the action. James made a suggestion that he could give Payton a little more to ease his nervousness. Payton questioned more? James admitted that the water he drank was spiked with GHB and Viagra to get him in the mood. Payton was a little shocked nut it all made sense why he was feeling the way he was. And know he had to get into what he was doing with these two guys. He knew he had no choice since he pretty much signed himself away. James knew he had him. He had planned this all along to get this pretty boy into the business. They told Payton that it would be a two step process. First step was to insure that he would have and maintain an erection. For this they used a drug that was injected directly into his cock. Payton felt the sting of the needle by shortly after had the strongest erection of his life. The second step was giving him a couple pills and another injection what would relax him and get him nice and horny. Payton took the pills with some more G laced water then watched as Bruce placed a tourniquet on his left bicep, took a needle and stuck it in his arm then pushed the plunger down. After the tourniquet was removed he felt very warm and coughed really hard. James yelled yelled for them to get back to work and soon Michael had Payton’s cock in his mouth and Rick and he were deeply kissing. Payton was lost in the feelings of the drugs as the two worked him over. Before he knew it he was sucking Michael’s massive rod. At the moment Payton became a cock sucker Rick was licking and fingering Payton’s virgin hole. At first Payton was enjoying the action his ass was receiving, but then it began to burn a little and he felt his heart begin to race faster and heard a ringing in his ears. Payton then began to feel a strange sensation in his ass. It was an empty feeling that needed to be filled. His drug hazed mind knew what was happening but his body could not stop it from continuing. James took a moment and asked Payton how much money did he want to earn for this shoot, $5000 or $15000? Payton still had Rick’s tongue buried deep in his hole as he attempted to decide. He thought if he was going to do this he wanted to get as much cash as he could get. His response was simple, $15000. James got a big grin on his face and said raw. As Payton attempted to suck Michael’s dick, Rick stood up behind the kneeling newbie and began to work his own hard tool into the formerly straight boy’s virgin hole. Michael was sure to hold onto Payton’s head as Rick entered him. Payton could only moan around Michael’s cock as he was getting fucked for the first time. Between the drugs and the cock in his ass Payton was feeling really good. He began to enjoy it especially thinking about the money he was going to make for this shoot. Rick pumped his dick in and out of Payton’s hole and after a few minutes he pulled out as Michael pulled his cock out of the new porn star’s mouth. They repositioned Payton and now Michael was fucking and Rick was getting sucked. This went on for a good 30 minutes. Rick was the first to shoot his load and as Payton worked Michael’s cock Rick pounded away and then with little warning he grunted out Fuck, I’m cumming, as he shot his load deep inside Payton’s bowels. Then Michael slammed in and deposited his load and shot it deep inside Payton. Payton was left on all fours, still horny as fuck with a raging hard cock that needed relief. He was about to stroke himself off when James stopped him and told him he’d get that chance when they were all done shooting his debut porn, “Knocking up the Teacher”. The rest of the weekend Payton spent getting fucked in all positions, on a pool table, in a Jacuzzi and even in a sling. All in all he took a dozen loads from 4 different guys and even got double fucked in the final scene. Payton became one of the production company’s biggest stars. Inevitably Payton became poz from all the bareback porn he was doing and gave up teaching to do gay porn full time.

Piss topper! I couldn't have said it better or more concisely myself. "I'm not fucking Domino's." YO! YES!

As a top, I find the idea that I'm going to walk in hard to a hook up after driving across town, carrying a bagful of requested gear I've assembled at the last minute and now have to put on, struggling to find parking with no guidance, navigating an unfamiliar building, and lord knows what else completely fucking ridiculous no matter how horned up I am. Hard in less than 5? You better be hot, really hot. You better look like those grainy photos from five years ago in your profile. You better suck dick and do it well. You better kiss and show me you know what to do with your hands. You better be able to open your mouth and have something sexy to say. You want instant already hard dicks? Go bend over in a bathhouse or club somewhere. I'm not fucking Domino's. If you want instant rigidity, grab a dildo. If you want cum from another man it's time for a little human interaction no matter how fleeting it may be