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Part 13 We skipped school on Monday. Obviously neither of us were in any shape to go. We had parked our trucks in different places away from our houses so we could spend the day undisturbed at my house. We'd sneak out later and get our trucks and go home again. Our parents would be none the wiser. As we layed together in my bed, snuggling, my hands freely explored Colt's welted body. I knew it was causing him some discomfort, especially the soles of his feet when he walked. "Is it really still uncomfortable for you?" I asked him as I rubbed his welted chest, feeling the heat that was still coming off of it. "Mostly only when you rub it." He answered me grinning. "Oh man, I'm sorry!" I said as I pulled my hand away. "Don't be." He replied as he grabbed my wrist and put it back on his chest. "I like it. The pain makes me think about you, and how much you enjoyed watching me suffer, and how happy it made me to please you." "You fucking pervert." I whispered as I kissed him deeply. "Uh-huh." He said into my mouth as he enthusiastically nodded his head. Then he took my hand and placed it on the one thing I loved on this Earth more than Colt himself. His big, hard, throbbing cock. I wrapped my hand around it as I worked my way down his chest. I stroked him as my tongue bathed his welts with my saliva. I let out a soft groan as I licked him, seeing visions of his bull like body being beat and marked. Eventually my mouth reached his his dick and I swallowed his monster in one, slow movement. He groaned his approval. "Oh yeah baby, that's it. Suck your brothers big dick. That's a good little bitch. Make your brother feel good. Oh yeah......." I hit the poppers he held under my nose as I deep throated him over and over, loving the sensation of his fat cock stretching out my throat. I had it buried in me fully and Colt was holding me tight into his crotch when we heard it. The back door opening and slamming shut. In our surprise, Colt released my head and I pulled off sputtering. "Oh shit!" I coughed, spit running out of my mouth. "Someone's home!" Colt just covered my mouth with his big ole paw. "Shhhhhh!" They don't know we're here!" He admonished me. I just looked at him with panicked eyes. Although, I'm not sure why I was panicking. My parents respected the sanctity of my bedroom. I'm sure we were safe. Then I heard my dad's voice. "Get over here you little slut!" I heard him bellow as I heard a female voice giggle. "That's right, big daddy." I heard a woman say. "I'm your horny little slut! And I need my big daddy's cock in my hungry pussy." "Shit!" I whispered, pulling Colt's hand from my mouth. "That's not my mom!" I could feel my eyes start to fill with tears. Colt just chuckled a bit. I stood up, feeling the anger welling inside me. "It's not funny Colt. He's fucking cheating on my mom!" Quick as a flash Colt grabbed me and threw me on my back on the bed, smothering my body with his and covering my mouth. "Now you just shut the fuck up and listen to me!" He loudly whispered into my ear. "So your dad's fucking another chick. BIG DEAL. You're a dirty cock sucking meth whore who loves cock and cum up his ass! We all have our secrets! Now keep quiet before he comes in here and busts us both!" I pondered this for a moment knowing Colt was right, as he always was. I pulled his hand from my mouth. "You're right." I conceded. "You're always right. I'm sorry." "I'm sorry what, bitch?" He asked, staring straight into my soul. "I'm sorry, Sir." I replied, knowing what he wanted to hear. "That's better baby." He said, as he ground his hard-on into me. I could hear them in his private den, which happened to be right next to my room. They were laughing and giggling, then I heard a loud slap followed by a louder squeel. "You like that you little slut?" I heard my dad shout followed by more slaps and squeels. "Does daddy's nasty little slut like getting spanked? Is daddy's slut a bad little girl?" "Oh yes daddy!" I heard the girl whine. "Spank my bad little ass before you give me your big dick!" This was followed by a barrage of spanks and squeels. I looked at Colt's face and his eyes were closed with a look of pure ecstasy and he was softly groaning as he ground his hard cock even harder into me. Without even looking, he grabbed the lube from out of the night table and lubed up his cock. "Are you ready for daddy's cock, slut?" I heard my dad growel. "You want daddy's big cock in your tight, wet pussy?" "Yes daddy!" She whined. "Give it too me!" This was followed by a long, loud squeel as my old man sunk his cock into her. "Spread your legs bitch!" I heard Colt groan into my ear. "Come on, spread your legs for daddy you little slut. Let daddy into your tight wet pussy." As if in a trance, I spread my legs wide, giving Colt full access to my hole. He placed his mighty cockhead right at my entrance and pushed himself into me. I had to bite into his shoulder to stop from crying out loud as he stretched my poor, battered hole. "That's a goooood little slut." He cooed into my ear. "Take your daddy's big cock you little bitch." Colt began to fuck me and it took everything I had not to cry out in pain and pleasure. I could hear my dad in the next room as he pounded his bitch while Colt pounded HIS bitch. The woman continued to squeel each time my old man pounded it into her. Soon, Colt was matching their rhythm perfectly and I was letting out little squeels to exactly match my dad's bitches squeels. "Take your daddy's cock you fucking slut!" I heard my dad shout. "Take my big daddy cock in your sweet tight pussy!" "Yes daddy! Fuck me daddy!" I heard the woman scream. "Fuck my little pussy hard daddy!" "Take your daddy's cock you fucking slut!" Colt repeated into my ear. "Take my big daddy cock in your sweet tight pussy!" "Oh God daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your little bitches tight pussy hard!" I moaned into Colt's ear, losing all my senses into the heat of the moment. As soon as I called Colt daddy he lost all control and started slamming into me. He growled as he bit into my neck and sucked hard, fucking me with an animalistic fury. At this point, whatever was happening in the other room was lost to us. "Fuck me daddy!" I softly cried into his ear. "Fuck my pussy daddy! Fuck your little slut with that big daddy cock. Give it to me!" I whined. "Yes that's right!" Grunted Colt. "Takes daddy's cock you slut! Your daddy's slutty little pussy. You love daddy's cock buried in you don't you bitch? You love being daddy's little whore! Taking my big daddy cock deep inside you, you fucking cunt!" "I love your cock daddy!" I panted. "Fuck me harder daddy! FUCK ME!" Colt and I clung to each other as he pounded me with his daddy dick. We were grunting and sweating like pigs before I became aware of my real dad again in the next room when he started shouting, "I'm gonna cum slut! I'm gonna flood your cunt with my big daddy load. Are you ready whore?" "Yes daddy!" She squeeled. "Give me your load daddy. Fucking cum in me!" I didn't even wait for Colt's next response. I instantly started begging. "Cum in me daddy! I want your load in my pussy. Give me your big daddy load in my tight pussy!" Colt went stiff as he buried himself in me and I could hear my dad roar as he unloaded himself into his bitch as Colt pumped me full of his big daddy sperm. My own cock shot off between us as the three of us came simultaneously. "Oooooohhhhh fuuuuuuck." Colt groaned as he throbbed deep inside me. "Take daddies cum you fucking slut!" He panted as he collapsed on me. We layed there, not moving a muscle as we listened to my dad and his bitch clean up and get out of there. When they finally left, Colt rolled off of me. "Well." He said, laughing. "THAT was unexpected." "Yea you fuck face!" I teasingly said, lightly slapping him. "You could have gotten us caught!" "Well now," he mocked me, "you and your slutty little hole didn't seem to be to opposed to daddy's big ole dick now were you?" "Fuck you, 'daddy'." I said, laughing at him. "Hang on." He said, jumping out of bed. "I wanna check something." I watched his white muscle ass as he left the room. He returned a few seconds later dangling a used condom that was filled with a copious load. "Looks like your old man ain't quite so stupid. At least he's not gonna knock up some dumb cunt." He ran it over his nose. "Mmmm. Smells like fresh pussy." "Gross." I said, laughing lightly. "That was just on my dad's cock." "I know bitch." He said as he jumped on the bed and straddled my chest. I just layed there, immobile as I watched him seductively rub the condom up his chest to his face. He tilted his head back, and I watched in silence as he carefully poured the contents into his mouth. I stared at him as I watched my father's cum drip into his open mouth until the condom was empty. Then, without ever removing his eyes from mine, he bent down and placed his lips against mine. He wormed his tongue between my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth. My father's cum poured from his mouth and into mine. But instead of being disgusted, I was turned on by this perverse act and my dick got hard again. Colt just spread my legs apart with his knees, and slid his rock hard cock back inside me. I moaned into his mouth as we shared my dad's cum between us and he started fucking me again. Eventually, there was no more cum to share. He pulled his mouth off of mine and whispered into my ear. "One day slut, it will be your real daddy dumping his cum into your hungry pussy." "Yes daddy." I simply replied as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, ready for another pounding. "That's my piggy." He groaned. "That's my good little slutty meth whore piggy." I just sighed as he said those things to me.

Part 3 A lean man, with harness and leather jockstrap, was caressing my back. Beefy had pulled out his finger and remained quiet as he saw the man approaching. An unknown man was still holding me on the bench. Now my view was blocked by the leather man’s bulge. His hand stopped at the top my ass, slowly moving it back and forth, undecided whether it would snuggle down or move up back the line of my spine. “Who is this nice fellow, knucklehead?” “A candidate for you Sir” replied beefy. The finger was inching toward my hole. I was shivering. “Ah! I see. By his reaction and the tears on his face, he doesn’t look to me as willing participant”, the man replied in a stern voice. “Oh! he his, Sir.” “Mpphfm… a… igh…” I yelled incomprehensibly in the rag. I wriggled my ass more in the attempt to dislodge the finger that was sinking dangerously toward my hole than to indicate that I was here totally against my will. “Shut up bitch” beefy interrupted me with a painful slap. “Haven’t we talked about this, knucklehead?” “Yes Sir, but look how nice he his. Perfect.” “Yes, he is perfect” the man nodded which draw a wicked smile of beefy’s face. “But” continued the man, “we don’t rape anyone, under any circumstance. Is it so hard to understand?” “Yes Sir, I mean… No Sir, sorry Sir.” An apologetic beefy said in a low voice. “I’ll deal with you later. Make sure to show your sorry ass when I asked for you” “Yes Sir” I was set free. The inside of my ass was still itching and the temptation to slip a finger in crossed my mind. I stood up to met with the leather man. His body had a great definition. It was visible the man was taking care of his body which make him attractive to me, but he looked to be over 40 which played against him. The leather, on the other side, was neither appealing nor repulsing. Leather, piercing and tattoos that was Max (my boyfriend) fetishes. “I’m John, boy.” The man said. “I would like to apologize for this regretful incident” “Euh.. Ahem… thank you for… I’m Leo…” I said regaining my wits. “Leo, is it? Come with me, boy, I would like to explain this whole misunderstanding” He moved slightly, reducing the space between us, I could smell the man, the musk, the leather, all mixed, creating a strange odor that brought some lite dizziness. “Ah, thank you, but I rather find my boyfriend” I said. “Nonsense. I insist. I don’t want rumors spreading that I condone rape. Come on, do I look like the big bad wolf ready to take your cherry?” he said in humorous tone. I wanted to say yes he did. I wanted to escape but my feet weren’t moving. I was looking in his eyes and I knew for sure he was a predator. A man that doesn’t take no for an answer. A man that always gets what he wants. “Ok” was the only thing that came from my mouth. I found myself following this man. My eyes were fixed on a small skull wrapped in a biohazard tattoo just above his well-defined ass in front of me. As he walked, I was under the impression that the skull was smiling at me. *** I had sucked a second load after a lot of efforts, but Victor (I learned his name while I tongue-washed his balls) remained hard and was coaxing me to pull a third load from him. The dick was already shinny and the piss slit was expulsing drops of clear cum. His balls were drenched with my saliva. He had such a nice dick. I did what any honest cocksucker would have done. I open my mouth and push his member down my throat. It only took few minutes before he grabbed my head and jammed his cock completely. “Oh fuck me! Urgh… fuck… Swallow…” an out of breath Victor said. “You are a horny man…” I said while standing up to stretch a little. My own cock was hard and pointing up nicely. “You have a nice one yourself” said Victor giving it a few strokes. “You want to cum?” ”Probably, but not like this. I like to cum when I fuck.” Victor kept stroking me. My hard on would need more than a handjob to spew its load. “Does is hurt?” asked Victor “What hurts?” “Getting fucked”. Victor was looking at my cock, gauging its thickness with his fingers. “The few first times, some. It depends how much you have prepared, and who fucks you and its size. After that, well, you can get some pleasure and satisfaction out of it” Victor became serious and look at me. He had removed his hand and was toying with his cock. He was going to ask to fuck me. It would be a long fuck as he just orgasmed 3 times in the last hour… and not counting on the fact that he was a buttfucking novice… “Would you do it?” he asked “Hun… do what?” I questioned back. “Well, fuck me. I am curious and I would be fair for you to cum. It is the least I can do for you, you know, returning the favor” he reply, looking for my reaction. “Are you sure, I am not sure it is a good idea…” “Why not? I trust you will take it slowly, and if someone is going to fuck me, it’s going to be you. You sucked me and swallowed my loads 4 times. I guess we’re past the stage of being strangers.” “Yeah… but…” uncertain to what to say, “not a god idea…” I repeated Victor turned around, got on all four, and from nowhere, produced a envelop of lube that you can pick at the reception for free. “Euh… where is the condom? I asked surprise by sudden change of attitude from the man. “No condoms. I want to feel it for real. It might the only time I get fucked. Go on before I change my mind.” “No really, we should use a condom, to be on the safe side…” I risked again. “Look, I never done anything of this. I have no disease, never had.” “Yeah… but…” “No but. Fuck me. Fuck me now.” The man was getting anxious again. “Ok, I will take my time to make sure it doesn’t hurt too much, but I really think it’s not a good idea”. A virgin, I thought. How does someone fuck a virgin, I asked myself? When I got fucked the first time, I had years of preparations: fingers, vegetables, then small dildos. I read a lot of stories, but in real life? And then, I always used protection when I fucked a guy. In the first year, I used to fuck raw but not anymore. I like to cum in an ass, but the condom collects everything. And with that I lubed his ass and fingered him. He took the two first fingers like a champ. I met resistance with the third one, but he did not complaint. I am not that big, but 3 fingers is the minimum required. I lined up my cock and slowly pushed against the virgin hole. “It’s not a good idea… I should get a condom…” I whispered more to myself than for him. “Urghh…” he said at the intrusion, “don’t stop”. I pushed harder and at the same time he backed his body on my cock. I was halfway in. “Oh fuck!” I said, surprise by the tightness. His hole was like a boa constrictor, trying to cut-off the air supply of its victim. Right now, it was preventing the blood to flow normally, and my cock got harder. If I didn’t have few years of practice, I would have creamed his guts right there, right now. “Arrghh…” he screamed, surprise by the thickness. My cock was like a hot spearhead, finding its way in the flesh of its victim. Right now, it was finding its way in the passage in the opposite normal flow, and his hole got tighter. If he had experienced a few fucks before, he would have purred like cat in front a bowl of milk. I fucked him for 20 minutes, enjoying my first virgin, before he asked if I was ready to cum. I had already cum once in his ass after 5 minutes with a lot of guilt and shame. But I was so excited that these feelings vanished as quick as they came. I never got soft, so I continued to fuck the man, giving him a ride that any bottom would remember. “Yeah, I am close” I answered “Go for it, cum in my ass” he said. “It’s not a good idea… I should pull out”, I was still ramming my cock in an out. His hole would be sore. It should have killed the mood, and my erection; but hearing this man, not so straight anymore, bottoming for his first time, pleading for my load in his ass, pushed me over the edge. “Uhn… Uhn… I grunted as I unloaded my second load of the day. “Wow…” was all he said. He pulled me next to him on the small bed, cuddling for a good 10 minutes, before he said that he should go back home to his wife. (\OoO/) As he got dressed, he throwed the room key on the bed next to me. “Take your time. Please, bring the key at the reception for me” he said. “Yeah… sure…” I replied distractively, still in the aftermath of what I had done. Yeah, the guy was straight, but I had assumed he was single or divorced. Now he was going back to his wife… As Victor opened the door, he turned around and asked: “Why did you thought it wasn’t a good idea to fuck me? I sure enjoyed it” he said genuinely. “Because I am positive”, I replied.

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.

The following is completely true. I had planned for my evening to follow my rules: I would spend days looking at BBRT and breeding.zone and fantasize about really letting loose, really indulging my desires, but afterwards I would always return to Earth, chastising myself for getting worked up over such risky stuff. I went to Club Orlando as an outlet, a place to get a taste of what I wanted, but I gave myself two simple rules: first, I wouldn't allow anyone fuck me bareback, and second, if I found myself so frustrated that I was on the threshold of making bad decisions, I would simply get myself off - or leave. In the dark room of the maze there is a fuck bench of sorts. I stood near the end of the bench as I was somewhat selective, and certainly wasn't offering my bare hole to the entire room. I saw three other men bent over on the table, and as the room was quickly filing up, I took several huge hits from my poppers, just to keep me on edge. I guess I was feeling optimistic as, before I entered the dark room I had lubed up my ass, and was holding two magnum condoms - just in case. I wasn’t getting much attention, but then again, I was standing still at end of the fuck bench. Just then two older white guys walked through the door way. Each man sported an enormous dick. The two men immediately selected a bottom from the fuck bench and slid in. Both of the tops and the two bottoms were very vocal. Between the general scene and the poppers I was very excited, so when I felt a bare cock between my cheeks I was more than willing to accommodate, but still I managed to maintain my self-imposed rule and handed the guy a condom. The top accepted the condom but made no move to put it on. Instead he pinched my tits, nibbled my neck and rhythmically pushed at my hole - insistently. I was enjoying being played with definitely wasn't interested in getting fucked bareback, so I kept squirming my hole out of the path of his cock head, only to find it returned within seconds, seeking entrance. The intense fucking near us had me really turned on, and the man behind me used both hands to grab my hips and pin me against the fuck bench. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did I think he would all but rape me in a crowded room, still I grunted in pain and surprise as his dick, which was longer and thicker than I had expected, opened up my ass. Bareback. In all honesty I was so completely turned on I barely offered any resistance. The top fucked me for several seconds, using very long strokes. Although his technique was utterly amazing, reality still came crashing home - he was fucking me bareback, even as I gripped the second condom in my hand. I lurched off of him and pushed away at him a bit. As he left the darkroom into the main section of the maze I caught a glimpse of his silhouette: he was an older black man. I was incredibly flustered, the fucking had felt amazing but condoms are a reasonable precaution. I wasn’t ready to leave and took a few more hits of poppers. The older men pulled out of the asses they were fucking and moved down the line, one to the bottom his friend had just fucked, and the other to me. Without question or preamble he started trying to work his big fucking cock into my asshole bare. My hole was so ready it practically sucked at his cock head and I felt an overwhelming desire for it to stretch me wide. I handed the condom back and pressed it against his leg, and he took an arm and bent me over the table. As I was pressed down I felt his cock reach the perfect angle, and my hole stretched wide and open. He fucked his entire cock into me and when his hips hit my cheeks I sprayed cum all over the table. He fucked me with a vengeance, and it felt so good I didn’t bother offering any resistance. I felt him tense up and panicked as the unmistakable feel of a cock pumping cum filled my insides. He pulled his dripping and cummy cock out of me and another set of hands kept me from moving as his companion slipped into me. This one was about as long but much thicker at the head. It felt impossibly amazing working into me, and I felt cum gush down my cheeks and legs as it spurted out around his monster dick. His pace quickened and I felt him add another load of cum to my insides. He pulled out and I heard an audible plop as a gob of cum hit the floor. I was gasping and panting, having spent the past few minutes being fucked like an animal. I saw a young black guy near me, stroking a nice sized cock, and locked in the moment I shuffled my ass towards him and impaled myself on it. He made no effort to stop me and I worked my cummy hole all the way down his shaft. Between the previous big cocks and their loads it was effortless to work his whole cock in and out. He came in less than a minute, and I noticed another man was stroking next to us, so I shifted and was then filled with by the cock of a stranger. I tightened the grip on the condom in my hand as he shot his load into my ass. I left in a panic. Two weeks have passed, and while I haven't yet returned to the bathhouse, there is no doubt in my mind it was the best gay sex I have ever had.

Re-Opening 2 It was strange walking around the baths with it so empty. It had a very different vibe. I found room 207 but it was empty so off to the dark room I went. I prefer dark rooms that are completely dark. This wasn't one of them and it never has been. There's enough light to see shapes and I suppose if your eyes are really good you can see who's there. I had a few guys grab a feel. They guy that went for my ass got his hand twisted and quickly realized that it was off limits. There was a larger guy on his knees who really enjoyed the couple minutes I let him taste my dick and the earlier guy's ass. With no sign of... RJ, I continued my search as I said to myself "yay! I remembered his name". He was one of the few bathhouse fucks who's name I even knew, but we'd been fucking for so many years that it came up at some point. Eventually I found him in the sauna, right before I was about to give up and go fuck the hairless guy. "Hey, how's it going" I asked as I walked up and took a spot next to him. "Getting a lot better. I don't want to startle you, but I think there's only 3 tops here today, so you might get attacked at any time" he replied. I chuckled and said "I'm kinda used to it, its usually not this bad though. You find anyone yet, or are you still a virgin?" He let out a loud laugh and replied "It's not that bad. I had a pod with a couple fuckbuds and we've kept each other in shape. I've probably topped more in the last year than the rest of my life combined." "Cool, I had a fuckpod too. Now that I'm vaxxed and things are opening up its time for more variety. Right?" I said back. I wasn't going to tell him that my pod numbered in double digits or that I had a good track record infecting the neg guys I fucked with my now very detectable bug. He had been an early proponent of prep and was part of the clinical trials so our talks about whether it was safe vs. bareback were long over. We even joked when I started meds the last time that we were probably the safest barebackers in the place but hadn't said anything about it in years. "Exactly. You up for seeing if my ass can still take that monster of yours?" RJ asked. "That's why there's a college guy down the hall that's bitching he didn't get bred" I replied with a wicked grin. He climbed off the bench and took his place in front of me, sucking me just like two years ago and bringing my cock back to life. He still remembered all of the little things that I liked a cocksucker to do, from slurping one ball at a time into his mouth to biting, and tugging on my foreskin. RJ bobbed on my cock a minute, getting rougher with each stroke until he was ramming the head of my dick into his throat. He pulled off a moment and looked up at me. "I don't taste another guys ass. You sure you fucked a guy?" he asked and immediately went back down to working my cock. "Yeah, some guy in the dark room sucked any traces of him off my dick" I said. My shaft was back at full hardness and when RJ would wag his ass while deepthroating me, I'd get one step closer to nailing it. I gave him a five count and then pulled him off me. He crawled forward as I got off the bench. I spread his legs a little wider and pressed my thumb to his hole. Other than sweat, I couldn't find any other lube. Spitting a few gobs on his hole, I pulled my foreskin the rest of the way back and pressed forward. Just like with the college guy, no mention was made of condoms or status and soon my leaking cock was sinking deeper into his velvety hole. RJ groaned as my cock stretched his hole open. While he may have been getting fucked the past year, I doubt that it was something as thick as mine. I was just about to ask if I was going to fast when he groaned out "God damn... that thing is bigger than I remember!" I still had the same question but now I wasn't sure what the best response was. Pulling back slowly, I felt my cock break the outer ring and leave him empty. "No! No! NOOO!" he cried out, adding "Shove it back in!" a second later. Normally I hate bottoms trying to direct my fucks but I deserved that one. Complying with his request, I shoved back in, balls deep. The head of my cock was pressed to his inner ring and I felt him spasm around my shaft as he struggled to take the girth. "Oh god yeah! Wreck my cunt" he moaned out. In the past we had gotten pretty rough and with his last comment I assumed he wanted it just like old times. Pulling back half way, I shoved back in again. Pausing a few moments I did it again and then again several more times. I felt him curl his feet behind my calves and knew this was what he really did want. The pauses got shorter and shorter until I was just drilling his ass. The echos of our bodies slamming together filled the sauna. I hadn't noticed the other guys that came into the room but most were watching us fuck through the steam. Some were stroking, a couple had guys sucking them but surprisingly no one came too close to make it creepy. I drilled him for fifteen minutes or so, mixing up the pace to manage my orgasm. He has such a talented, resilient hole that can take a lot of abuse so I wanted this to last. I did get too close at one point and fired off a couple shots into his hole, but I was able to shut it down for once by slamming in and letting my cock cool down. I slowly pulled out and got him flipped on to his back, driving my still hard cock back in without losing more than a drop or two of cum on the bench. Pushing his legs back I built up speed again, but this time I was staring at his face. He seemed to be in total bliss and I felt his rock hard cock stabbing into my abs as I stabbed into his hole. In the past, his cock had been just slightly hard during our fucks but this time he was at full length and leaking all over himself and me. I usually don't care whether a bottom I'm fucking gets hard or not, I'm more concerned about his hole giving me pleasure. The committed bug chasers usually are hard when I breed them just because they are so excited about finally getting something toxic inside them instead of the unmedicated seed that most poz guys have. Most of the other guys are just limp and concentrating on getting fucked. A few of the onlookers made comments about RJ taking the pounding I was giving him and I got lost in the rhythm until I suddenly heard RJ let out a loud groan and felt his hole spasm around my cock. One of his shots hit me under the chin and another landed on my cheek. Instinct took over and I planted my cock in deep and fired off several shots inside RJ's hungry chute while his hole milked all of my charged up cum into his gut. The warm cum surrounded my cock as I stood there motionless except for my cock pumping out last few pulses. "Holy fuck, that was intense" said the older bear who was sitting on the bench six feet away. I could see the sheen on his chest fur and figured it was a mix of cum and sweat, just like RJ's chest and face. When his breathing slowed, RJ smiled back at me and said "Sorry, dude. I didn't mean to shower you with my cum but I just couldn't hold off any longer." I laughed and said "Don't worry. I was getting so close, almost anything would have triggered me" I replied. We stood there a few minutes, hearing everyone get up and leave now that the show was over. My cock was softening but still holding all of my cum inside him. Unlike a lot of the guys I had bred over the past year, I knew that I wasn't going to knock RJ up, but it had been a great fuck anyway. Finally, he said "I'm gonna have to give my ass a rest after that pounding. Shower?" "Sounds good" I replied and we wandered next door to the upstairs shower room. A couple guys pointed at us as we took our place in the open shower area and rinsed off. The water felt good and we took our time, but the music stopped and an announcement came over the PA system telling everyone "Blue bracelets, it's time to leave and let some fresh meat inside." The message sounded like we'd been there twelve hours not the two that we really had. "There's a great DJ here on Wednesday night, if you have some time" RJ said as we made it down the stairs to the locker room. I gave him a wink and said "I'm not sure what's on my schedule that day" and he replied quickly "I'll be here at ten." Obviously he wanted another fuck and figured his wrecked pussy would recover by then. I spotted the hairless college dude walking out of the main showers as I was getting dressed in the locker room. I slowed down so that I was ready when he started to walk towards the door. "These two hour limits suck. Hope to see ya next week so I can give ya the load I owe you" I said as I walked up behind him. "I hope so too... Same time?" he replied with a grin.

I always tell tops that I moan like a bitch when getting bred to prepare them. Sometimes i like to hear a yeah or good boy. Anything that tells me he is enjoying himself. I like to know my pussy makes him happy and is doing it’s job.

haha, this is so recognizable! continue taking loads while ur on treatment for ur last STD(s), and a new bug is already arrived

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.

I don't think its that uncommon . Banging out your prostrate can cause the strong urge to (and sometimes release of) piss. Has happened to me before. One Sir that used to use me wanted it to happen! He actively tried to fuck the piss out of me

I absolutely love having daddies enjoy my hole and get off inside me. Have ever since I was a teen. Daddy/son roleplay is fucking hot, there is something about it. I'm in my 30s but still with a twinkish build, so don't quite consider myself daddy material (altho I love me some twink boys too), but 50s+ years old and larger build, with a nice thick cock and full balls.....damn, use me as your personal fleshlight all night long!!! and pass me off to your friends next 😉 oof

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!

Eric — On the H.S. Swim Team, somewhat of a Wuss Tim — His Rebellious Pal on the Baseball Team Steve — Gay with an Affinity for Violence It started as a prank. Tim and Eric were high school buds, just turned 18, who pulled progressively ludicrous pranks on one another. First Eric taped a "Hit Me" sign on Timmy's back, who was slapped silly by his classmates. So Tim mixed red dye in Eric’s shampoo. His blonde hair turned orange in the gym shower. They all got a chuckle out of that. Tim thought it would be cool to advertise his buddy on a gay chat room. The ad read "I wanna be used as a Boy Slut! Cum Fuck Me! I need it bad!" He included Eric’s stats, email address and cell number. Eric spent the next couple days replying to emails and phone calls, explaining he wasn't gay. He was pissed, and vowed to get even with Tim for all the trouble. One Friday he hid his friend's clothes and car keys during baseball practice and Tim had to walk three miles home in uniform. To top it off, it rained. After that, they mutually agreed to forgo further pranks. Better to stop before irreparable hard feelings came between them. They went out on a double date a few nights later. They were two of the hottest guys in school and never lacked for company. Eric was a swimmer—blonde, blue-eyed, slim, and muscled. Tim played baseball and had a killer butt—brown hair, green eyes and a great bod. That Friday they were somewhat tired, so instead of trying to get laid, they decided to get wasted. They dropped the girls off at their houses and went to Eric's. His parents were away. A friend at the local gas station scored them some beers. A hour later, they were sitting on the couch, watching TV, when Eric's cell rang. "Yeah?" he answered. "Is this the Boyslut? I’m willing to fulfill your needs." "Crap! Listen, you stupid faggot, it was all a prank, so go fuck off!" "Just watch your language, Junior. Don't fuck with me." "Go screw yourself!" Eric hung up and turned off the phone. Tim giggled. "Geez, Tim, that was rotten of you. I’ll have to change my number." "Yeah, that was stupid. No more pranks, OK?" The boys were well on their way to getting soused, when the door bell rang. Wobbling to the door, Eric opened it. A mustached dude, in leather jacket, jeans, and cap stood on the porch. "Can I help you?" "This Eric Lawson's house?" "Yeah." "You Eric?" "Yeah." The intruder backhanded Eric and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before Eric could stand up, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Listen, Punk, I’m the one ya called a ‘Stupid Fag’." "Bu... bu... but. how did you find me?" The man twisted his arm and Eric shrieked in pain. "Unimportant. I want an apology." The man, Steve, smelled beer on Eric’s breath and realized the young jock was close to drunk. He pushed Eric to his knees, but then heard footsteps. He pulled out his gun. Tim ran in to see what the commotion was. He saw Eric kneeling on the floor, a big guy with a gun standing over him. "Who are you?" asked a frightened Tim. " You got it wrong, kid. Who are you?" "I'm Tim." "Eric's brother?" "No. A friend." Steve realized Tim was also drunk and figured they were home alone. This was better than he’d expected. He worked construction, and had the build to prove it—tall and strong—mid 30’s. He was gay, but in the closet to all of his friends. He used the internet to hook up and frequented local gay haunts. And, Steve was the type of guy for whom, if he didn’t find a willing mouth, an unwilling one would do as well. The first had been a hitchhiker. Steve had been horny as hell after spending hours in the park alone. He saw the young guy jogging toward him, thumb in the air. A quick look at his legs and butt made him swerve off the road. Once the jogger was in the car, Steve made his move, but was promptly rejected, so Steve turned down a deserted road, punched the half-nude jogger into submission, and raped his ass. He spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the cops, but finally concluded the breeder had been too humiliated to report anything. He wondered if the guy were still neg since Steve had been diagnosed POZ a year earlier. The second time was equally unplanned. He’d been drinking at a gay bar when a Pretty Boy, a twink, came into the bar. The uppity twink eyed the other patrons as if none of them deserved to breath. Truth was, no one there could hold a candle to the twink, who nevertheless should have been more polite. Steve was mellowed out that night, so he ignored the twink until the later made the mistake of approaching Steve. The arrogant SOB eyed him disdainfully then walked away. Naturally that pissed-off Steve, so when the twink left the bar, Steve followed him. When the twink opened the door to his apartment, Steve overpowered him. Punching and slapping Mr. High-Falutin’, he dragged him to the bedroom, ripped off his clothes, and gagged him. The twink was probably was usually a top - his ass was extremely tight. Steve licked the twink's tears from his cheeks and whispered in his ear that he was too hot for his own good. Steve spermed AIDS jizz up the twink's ass and went into his kitchen to get a drink, while the twink sobbed on the bed. Still horny, Steve fucked the twink a second time. The blood on his dick told him the twink had gotten what he deserved. Taking the twink's briefs as a souvenir, Steve dressed and left. He still beat off in them from time to time. Steve mulled over what to do with these two queers. His day had been a bad one. He’d screwed up at work and was almost fired. When he got to his car, his tire was flat. He’d looked over the boards he’d always used. Though it had been published a week before, Eric’s (or rather Tim’s) ad excited him The author described himself as 18, 5'10”, blonde hair, blue eyes, swimmer’s build, and anxious to get laid. But Eric had been extremely rude. Steve was sensitive about being called a “Fag” so he decided to scare the shit out of the Punk. He would pistol-whip the cunt, then head-out to his favorite cruising spot. Using a “Find Anyone, Anywhere” service he subscribed to, he got Eric’s address and headed out. When he found the two teens alone and drunk, he realized how blessed he was. Since they were drinking openly, he figured the parents wouldn't be home that night. Tim conjectured Steve was a thief. Eric, for his part, was sobbing on his knees. He was a jock and popular, but kind of a wuss. Between sobs Eric blubbered, "He's the guy I hung up on and called—a name." “Listen, Mister, I’m the one who wrote that ad.” “Yer the queer? You ain’t got blonde hair.” “We’re not queer. We’re both straight. We were out on a date—with girls—tonight. It was just a joke. A trick I played on my buddy.” "Don’t matter none. Yer boyfriend here called me a ‘Fag.’ An’ I want an apology.” Turning to Eric, Steve said "Now kiss my ass, you fuckin’ fairy!" "Leave him alone!" Tim lunged at Steve. He figured that, with Eric’s help, they could subdue the dude before he fired, but Steve caught him squarely on the jaw. Tim went down. Eric screamed! Steve fired at a crystal vase, shattering it into a thousand pieces. Eric fell silent as he realized the gun might next discharge at him. "Don’t make me shoot ya!" Eric was crying openly and knelt over his friend. "Is he dead?" "I hardly think so." "Please, sir. I’m sorry. Don't hurt us anymore." "Sorry don’t cut it, sonny. Ya gotta pay." "My money’s in my room." "I’m not into thievin’." "What do you want?" "I wanted you to apologize, but I've changed my mind. I want you to suck me off." “I think I’ll just apologize." “Too late. Hit your knees, cocksucker.” "I can’t suck you! We told you. We’re not fags!" "Either that or the crisco-treatment.” Realizing his prerogatives were limited, and anxious not to aggravate the seemingly unstable intruder any further, a resigned Eric quickly decided it was better to give a blow-job than it was to run the risk of being shot, so he nodded his assent. "First we gotta do somethin’ ‘bout that friend a yers. Don't want him interferin’ none." Eric led Steve to the garage where they found some ropes. They went back to the dining room where Tim lay moaning. He had Eric bind Tim's wrists and swab his bleeding lips. Now—take off his jeans and sneakers." "Why?" "So he don’t fuckin' run out on us, you stupid fuck!" Eric removed Tim's jeans. A delighted Steve smiled to the see Tim's muscled legs and tightly packed-Speedo (a vestige of the double-date that night). Steve was having second thoughts about letting the boys off quite so easily. An’ the Speedo." Remembering the vase, Eric pulled off Tim’s Speedo, exposing his buddy's shriveled dick and balls. Obeying Steve's unspoken order, Eric planted the Speedo squarely in Steve’s outstretched hand. The man’s cock twitched as he stuffed them in his pocket. He knew he’d be jerking off in them. "Now strip for me." Eric gulped, unbuckling his belt. He slid down his jeans. He was wearing the same bikini briefs he had put on for the double-date. Steve whistled. Eric blushed. He finished taking off his jeans and sneakers, hoping against hope that there would be no further order. Not so. "Hand me the bikinis, dick-wad." Grudgingly Eric handed them to Stevie, who held them over his nose and inhaled deeply of teen sweat and musk. "Cum over here." A petrified Eric stepped next to Steve who pinched the Eric's pink nips. Eric tried to suppress a moan, but his cock began to twitch. Steve held the gun in one hand, and, with the other, fondled Eric's body. Almost on autopilot his fingers crept up the crevice of the Eric’s ass, nudging the teenager's hairless pucker. Eric trembled while the man held him tight and licked his neck; but when he tried to pull away, he felt the cold gun barrel in his ass crack. "I don’t want to hurt you, Baby," Steve whispered almost apologetically as he tongue-fucked Eric's ear. Eric let out a involuntary moan as waves of arousal and repulsion coursed through his groin. Steve was wholly turned on by the squirming kid. Steve passionately he kissed Eric, who, totally off guard, did not resist. Steve’s tongue freely roamed the Eric's mouth, inhaling the stale stench of beer. Contemptuously he pushed Eric to his knees and pulled him to his crotch. "Unzip my pants. Take out my cock." Reluctantly Eric unbuckled the man's belt. Stevie took off his jacket and tossed it on the carpet, while the Eric fumbled with his zipper. Steve wasn’t wearing any underwear, and the man's erect cock sprang out, striking Eric in the face. Intrigued, the young man scrutinized the large rod. Feeling nauseous, he was revolted, yet curious. He had never personally considered sucking cock, but now that his choices were limited, he wondered briefly what the bitches felt, and why they were so reticent to suck. He didn't have much time to contemplate the matter because the order came in quick sequence "Suck It!" The command echoed through his brain. Was he really going to do this? The room spun until Steve struck his lips with his big shaft again and roused him from his reverie. Teary-eyed, Eric implored the man. "Mister, I’ve never…." "Lick it all over." Reluctantly Eric took the large pole in his mouth. How hot it felt! Much hotter than his own! It was weird sucking another man's dick; but he told himself it was just the same as his own. He licked the head, precum covered his tongue. He wanted to gag, but he had to admit it tasted sweet and none too bad. He gulped and swallowed. On the floor, Tim was coming round. His jaw ached, and his lips hurt like hell. It took him a while to get his bearings. He wondered if the big man were gone. The house was quiet—except for a slurping sound. He tried to touch his lips but found he was bound. H e made out two fuzzy images. Focusing, he was stunned to see his best friend sucking on stranger’s cock. In addition, Eric was naked and aroused. "That's it, boy, Suck it good!" Steve had a dilemma—whether shoot down the kid’s throat or go for the gold. "Eric?" Steve’s cock slipped out of his mouth as Eric turned to observe his injured pal. Steve grabbed his hair and pulled him back. "Suck it, pretty boy. I’ll tell ya when to stop" and to Tim Steve said "Glad ya decided to join us, Beautiful. Thought you were out for good." "Why are you making him do that?" "I’m not makin’ him do anything. Look at him—lappin’ up my cream like he’s done it all his life—or wanted to. Don’t ya get it, Pal? Yer friend’s a fag!" Eric tried to pull off, but Steve grabbed his head and fucked his mouth. "I’ll tell ya when to stop, cunt face.” Tim hissed “You’ll pay for this, you S.O.B.! The cops are gonna bust your ass." Steve was not at a loss for words: "Yeah, but be sure to tell ‘em ‘bout the ad an’ how ya played along. You won’t have to tell yer friends at school a thing. You know the rumor mill. An’ goodness, what will yer parents think? That they raised two fags? I’m sure everyone will understand.” The two teenagers looked at the Steve apprehensively. "Eric, baby—time to suck your bud." "WHAT?!" both friends exclaimed. Steve picked up the gun again. Obediently Eric knelt between Tim's legs, licked Tim's shriveled dick. Tim may have grimaced and grunted, but a mouth-is-a-mouth, and soon his cock stood up. " From now on, you two faggots’ll be sixty-nine-in’ day and night! I know." "Fuck you to hell" was Tim's reply, but his cock did not soften, even when Steve said "Come to think of it, I'd rather fuck Eric here. Such a sweet ass! Now Eric-boy, blow Timmy like ya mean it. Show him ya love him.” Hoping to buy time, Eric bobbed up and down inexpertly on Tim's cock, only to realize that Steve was kneeling behind him, had pulled his cheeks apart, and was appraising his hole. Although Eric couldn't know it, the hole was pink, tight and hairless. "Boy, I think I’m gonna give your pucker what it deserves." "Don't hurt me, sir!" Steve slapped Eric on the butt. "Never say no to me, Boy. I’m gonna fuck that ass of yours—or fist ya. Got any crisco? No? Well, in that case, fistin’ might sting a bit. But you can handle my fist. I can tell." Eric knew there was no way out, so he started sucking as he supposed a real faggot might—anything to appease the intruder. Tim felt his balls shrivel, as pre-cum boiled from his dickhead. Eric felt betrayed that his pal was getting off, but Tim’s arousal only inspired Steve more. Steve began kissing and biting Eric's Mancunt. The Kid squirmed, and Stevie knew he was turned on. Encouraged, he worked his tongue up Eric’s Manhole. In response the Teen sucked Timmy harder. Steve added a finger to the mix. "Damn, you taste good, Shithead! Problem is, yer just too tight! I’m gonna have ta stretch you out a bit.” Steve spat on his Shaft and Eric’s Cunt. He knew that wasn’t lube enough, and he wished he had the Poppers in the car. Undeterred, he pushed on in. Actually Steve had a secondary agenda. He’d become convinced, given the ease with which Eric had acceded to his demands, that the Boy was Gay, and was determined to bring his inclinations to the fore. Eric, for his part, clenched his tight Pussy, but his resistance was no match for Steve’s strength and prowess. He screamed when the Steve’s Dickhead popped in. It felt like one of Timmy’s ball bats up his Ass. Steve quickly muffled the Boy’s screams with his big fist, and, pulling the debauched Youth to him, plowed on in. Tim saw the pain on Eric's face—eyes bugging out, cheeks blushed and flushed, as tears meandered down the crevices of his contorted face. Steve impaled him all way. The debased Youth lay on top of Timmy, their genitals in touch. The Boys, soaked with sweat and tears, were pummeled savagely by the undulating Faggot. Tim kept telling Eric it was OK, who, beside himself with pain, sought ANY distraction, and was face to face with Timmy. So he kissed Timmy’s blood-caked lips—anything to alleviate the soreness in his Rectum! For his part Timmy knew was that he mustn’t reject his Pal—not in that crisis! Wantonly Steve pulled out of Eric’s grievously abraded Flesh and plowed back in. His onslaught mashed their Dicks together; and, despite themselves, they grew erect. The grunts of the three males filled the room. Eric's Prostrate was stimulated by Stevie. The Youngster’s Cock, in turn, was flush against Timmy’s. Eric couldn't hold back any longer and shot on their flat stomachs. Tim felt the stickiness, and wondered if Eric were Queer indeed. It seemed that Eric had too readily acceded to Steve’s demands. They’d always been inseparable—had played ball and learned to swim together. While Tim couldn’t condone Eric’s inclination, he couldn’t blame him either. He’d always figured Gays were born, not made. If Eric was Queer, it wasn’t his fault; and he couldn’t reject him—not after all those years. Steve fucked the Boy till his Dick spasmed in the bloody Hole. As he climaxed, he grunted out loud. Steve had been POZ so long, and barebacked so routinely, it never occurred to him that he might infect the Youth. Regardless, bareback was the only way to go, and condoms were the last thing on his mind. All he knew was that he had to breed that Virgin Hole. If Eric got POZZED, it was the luck of the draw. Sated, he withdrew. Eric sighed in relief, but that didn't last long. Steve ordered Eric to fuck himself on Timmy’s Cock. Eric had totally succumbed and knelt over his Bud. Tim moaned as he felt his Manhood enveloped by the tight, moist bloody Hole. "Like what Eric’s doin’ to ya, Timmy boy? You kin have him anytime, ya know. Bet he feels a hole lot better than any Girly Pussy." Eric rode his Pal for less than a minute when Tim's grunts told him his Bud was cumming. Steve made Eric get off, to garner a look at Tim's belly and Cock, which were covered with a mixture of blood, Ass Slime, and Cream. "Now, Eric, lick your Bud's Dick clean. His stomach, too!" Eric did as he was told, rationalizing that it was only a harmless blend of body fluids and white-yellow Spooge. The latter he quickly discounted, admitting it didn’t taste that bad—just kind of bland and bitter. What he didn’t know was that the Bug was already coursing through his Bloodstream. He later rationalized that was what turned him Queer. You know—POZ already—so who gives a hoot? But had he known what he learned later, he would have concluded that Sodomy was just Icing on the Cake of Sex. Meanwhile, Stevie ogled Eric’s Puffy Red Asslips and admired his handiwork. "OK, TIMMY, YOUR TURN." "What! Me? No Way!” “Eric, sit on Timmy’s face! I want him to suck all them Juices outta you!" "You’re a sick Fucking Bastard! I won’t do it!" Steve began squeezing Timmy's Nuts. Tim screamed and kicked. “S’OK, cause Eric’s gonna end up yer Lover, anyway. Now—start felchin’!” "No!" "I’ll stuff those Fuckin’ Nuts right down your miserable Faggot throat if you don’t do it.” “ERIC, I SAID SIT ON HIS FACE!" Anxious to spare his Buddy further pain, Eric knelt over Timmy, his Butt inches from his mouth, and slowly lowered his Ass to his Pal’s torn lips. Tim, whose Balls throbbed in agony, began to munch on Eric’s Cunt. "That’s better. I want you to eat out all the Jizm outta that Sweet Boy Pussy. Half of it’s yers, ya know. You love yer little Boyfriend, don’tcha? So lick his Mancunt and make him feel a little better after the shellackin’ we just gave him." Steve grew horny watching the two Jocks get it off. He pulled the Boys apart and used another rope to tie Tim's ankles, passing it behind his neck. His legs were spread, and his knees pressed to his chest, his Straight Virgin Hole defenselessly exposed. Apprehensively Tim watched Stevie’s every move, anticipating he was gonna get fucked too. "Sorry, Sonny, but I can’t put up with your shenanigans no longer. Now yer outnumbered 2-to-1. You can either cum along or go along. Bet yer a better fuck than Eric, anyway.” Steve thought that Tim’s rebellious hairy Hole was the Sweetest Pussy he’d ever seen. He leaked POZ Jizm like a faucet, That go-round he did consider the impact of a bareback fuck on Timmy’s health, but the Bug was a minor price to pay for what was at stake—his sexual gratification and the Boys’ relationship. Enthusiastically he licked Tim’s Cunt, nibbling on the tender Ass Lips, shoving his tongue in far as it would go. Tim squirmed and sobbed, as waves of forbidden Man Lust coursed through his bod. Not wanting the Youth to feel too good, Steve finger-fucked him deep and dry with a sadistic pleasure. He was tempted to drive his whole fist in, but wanted something left for Eric. Regardless, this was gonna be one of his best Fucks ever! Through glazed eyes Tim saw Steve pull off his socks, then felt a tickle as Stevie licked his feet. Fleetingly he thought how weird, till Steve shoved one sock down his throat. The Man knelt before Tim’s upturned Ass. Without even Spit (the little Fucker had it cuming), he rammed his whole Shaft up Rebel Boy’s Ass. If Timmy were not gagged, the whole block would have heard of his trauma; but, as it was, only Steve and Eric divined his fate. His face went white, then red, then purple, as the Big Man ripped his Ass. "Yeah, Kid. I’m takin’ your Virginity. I'm gonna Cum inside ya, Boy—impregnate you; an’ ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.” He forced his bloody lips apart and spat in his mouth. He definitely wanted to POZ the Boy—teach the little Whore a lesson. Eric had been too easy, and that had kinda disappointed Steve. But Rebel Boy was a dream cum true. He knew the two would become Lovers. A few nights of barebacking and Timmy would be bred, if Stevie hadn’t done the job himself. He humped the Virgin Boy with savage abandon, waves of heinous pleasure emanating from the cruel Shaft embedded up the Bloody Ass. Thanks to Eric earlier, Steve felt he could go on forever. Tim’s mind was whirling. His lacerated Asshole bled profusely, lubing the Killer Stanchion so it could titillate his Prostrate. The previously defiant Timmy grew erect as a triumphant Stevie massaged the newly engorged Member. He had the unrepentant Youth exactly where he wanted him—responding to his Faggot Overtures. Indeed, the Boy was overcum by the intoxicating Man Lust known only to Queers and Faggots. He began to gyrate hysterically in sync with Stevie’s thrusts—until, at last, unable to repress his new found proclivity, he climaxed on his abdomen. His contractions, coupled with the involuntary clenching of his Shithole, sent Stevie over the edge. He collapsed on the Youth as NEG Boy Slime united them. Intending to administer as much hedonistic pain as possible, he sunk his teeth deeply into Timmy’s neck, while simultaneously douching his decimated Rectum with POZ Spooge. Tim felt the Diabolic Potion infiltrate his Anus as crimson teeth marks blossomed on his neck. Steve looked at Eric, who was erect in front of him. "Wanna do somethin’ nice for Timmy, Eric?" Steve untied Timmy whom he was certain would cause him no further grief, then pushed Eric down, positioning his still erect Tool at the entrance to his Bud’s ravaged Hole. "Fuck your Boyfriend. Show him your Love." Eric looked pathetically at Steve, who guided his the Youngster’s dripping Shaft to Timmy’s violated Pussy. Like it was second nature to him, Eric impaled his Boyfriend with a violent plunge. He moaned with pleasure while Timmy wept. No longer giving a shit what Timmy felt, Eric pillared his lifelong Friend relentlessly, relishing in his entombment in the Youth’s torn Cavity. Stevie pulled the bloodied sock from Timmy's mouth. The sex-crazed Youth bit Timmy’s lips causing them to bleed again. Steve had never been so turned on in all his life. To his perverted way of thinking, he’d created two new Faggots where there had previously been none. But he’d forgotten something. He wasn’t done. His Rod grew turgid. Kneeling over Eric, he impaled the debauched Eric once again, forcing him into Timmy deeper. Eric spasmed his adulterated Seed in Timmy, and fell on top of him, as Steve put the finishing touches on the deed. Facilitated by some fancy footwork, he surprised the Boys by spooging down Eric’s thirsty throat, flooding it with Poison Jizm, and forced the Teen to pass the Gift to Timmy’s bleeding lips. By then neither Youth required much persuasion. Mission accomplished, Steve reapprised the Boys of how they’d be ridiculed if they exposed their secret. Glancing about the room for the missing bullet casing, and finding none, he urged the Jocks to think up a good one about the vase. Back home, he jacked off twice that night into Eric’s briefs and Timmy’s Speedos. He was happy and content—for the time being.

Bottom here and submissive. I am hoping to find a way to stop erections from occurring but not using pharmaceuticals or surgery. Just something to do at home to cause impotence.. open to any ideas you might have? I just want to get cock in my hole and never get erect again.

*This is mostly fantasy with a little reality thrown in* ---------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1(?) It was Friday night and the beginning of a three day weekend, so what better way to celebrate than to get a little twisted at my favorite bathhouse? I arrived around 9:30PM, even though the parking lot wasn't full yet and paid my entrance (thankfully my bag wasn't checked) and walked straight to my room. Nice, I had gotten lucky and was assigned a deluxe room with a queen-sized bed. After stripping down I opened my bag and pulled out my supplies. A pipe, two lighters and the bag of stuff that would make this night. I also had remembered to bring my blindfold so that any tops with hesitations wouldn't feel shy. The porn playing on my TV was one of the few bareback flicks they had in rotation, a hot number with four smooth Marine boys. I immediately got to packing my pipe and, staring intently at the screen, flicked my lighter on and held it under the fresh bowl. As the white smoke started to swirl around and intensify I took a deep breath. Blub blub blub, went the water in the pipe and immediately the chambers turned bright white as I tasted the slightly unpleasant first taste of the tina. After my lungs could not hold anymore I set the pipe down and instinctively grabbed my cock as I exhaled a huge cloud over the hot boys on TV. "Beautiful," I muttered under my breath, as the thought of these muscle men passing around a pipe and getting spun took hold of my mind. I was rock hard within seconds and took another large hit. After a few minutes I decided to dim the lights and crack open the door to get a feel for the crowd that was present thus far. A couple guys walked by but didn't stop after making eye contact... which is why my preferred position is face down, ass up. I closed the door and took a couple more hits, which was starting to make my freshly cleaned hole twitch for some action. Leaving the pipe slightly visible in the shadows (I get turned on at the thought of getting walked in on while smoking,) I donned my blindfold and settled in diagonally on the bed, facing the wide open door. As expected, within five minutes I felt the familiar sensation of a hand on my leg running up to my ass. My excitement was piqued and I wiggled my butt a little to let this stranger know he was welcome in my ass. "Fuck yea, that's a sweet hole," a deep voice growled. I reached around to feel a heavy, thick cock of about eight inches. I couldn't help myself and turned my body to wrap my lips around his tool as he started to finger my hole. "Mmmmmhmmmmmmm" was all I could muster with my mouth full. "Oh fuck, you're partied up, aren't you boy?" the voice asked and I knew he had seen my pipe sticking out from the wadded up towel by my bed. "Uh huh," I said eagerly. "I love breeding party sluts like you, take a couple hits while I fuck you." This was exactly what I had been hoping for and I wasted no time in lowering my blindfold to grab my pipe. I could see my anonymous fucker now as well. He was a tall middle aged Latino man, with the hint of a six pack and a beefy belly, just how I like them. "That's right," he nodded, "Blow those clouds in the mirror while you watch me fuck your party hole." He slipped his unusually thick meat in my hole as I let out a gasp; his cock was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, stretching me open as he bottomed out in me. I took a hit and let out another white cloud as he smiled approvingly at me and started to pump my ass. "Fuckin' hot, boy. You love my cock in there, huh?" as I moaned in repsonse.. "Fuck yeah, dump your load in that party hole!" I pleaded with him as he quickened his pace and took another hit for his viewing enjoyment. "Yeah" he growled with his eyes closed, signaling he was close. "Cumdump party boy, fucking lookin' for loads and tina huh?" "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" I moaned even louder as this is the type of degrading dirty talk that gets my cock hard no matter what I might be on. "I'm gonna fuckin' unload in you boy," he said quickly as he started thrusting like crazy. "Fuck yea, I'm gonna make that hole mine! Uh! Uh! Uhhhhhhhhhh, arrrgh!" he yelled as he slammed into my hole, his cock throbbing with the volleys of his seed shooting in me. "Mmm, fuck yea" I panted as he pulled out and got ready to leave. I just laid there as I was, with a run of cum dripping down my hole and sac for any other guy to see. "Leave the door open." "I got a couple friends coming tonight," he said as he turned to walk out. "They like to blow clouds and love whoring out little chemsluts like you." "You let them know where I am, I'll be here all night."

Part 4 Key at my wrist, towel well-tucked around my waist, I started looking for Leo. The ventilation was slowly drying the thin layer of sweat on my body. It was impossible to ignore the odor. I smelled like sex. A lot of rooms had their door opened, and one was able to see a lot of activities from couples and threesomes, but also some solos. All of them gathering a small crowd. I peeked in each of them over shoulders, expecting to see Leo fucking the brains out of another jock for everyone to see. That was his thing. Second floor, checked. No trace of Leo. I went down on the main floor. I decided to start with the saunas and the pool area as it was easy to scan. Wrong. The pool was overcrowded. A lot of groping and kissing was going on; some were like engaged in a standing fuck in the water. Urggh! I need to tell Leo to avoid the pool later… The steam room was overpopulated. At the entrance, two or three guys were perversely groping the newcomers. Me included, twice, on my way in and on my way out. A guy was being spit-roasted on the floor by two massive men. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that for each seated man, a standing man was getting sucked. No Leo here. A line up for the dry sauna almost discouraged me. As I was waiting, a guy wraps his arms around, and kissing my neck just below my ear. “Do you have fun?” he asked with another kiss. I tried to see who my “lover” was. Another kiss on my shoulder, then a narrow tongue with a double tongue piercing gently licked its way back to my ear, plunging in it with passion. He loosened up his embrace, allowing me to turn around. His mouth was on mine right away, pushing his tongue in, battling with mine. A nice and long French kiss. Phew! That was good. It was the tattoo guy. “You dumped you little macho boyfriend?” he asked smiling at me. “No, I am looking for him actually” I retorqued. “Not here” he joked and start making out with me again. He was a good kisser. I gave in. “I really would like to find him” I said between two kisses. He looked back annoyed. “May be we can hook up later. I would really like that. I think you are hot” I was keeping my opportunity open. His expression changed and he was smiling again. “Hot, uhn?” he looked back at me. “Boyfriend found or lost, next time we ran in each other, you are mine. Deal?” “Deal” I managed to say. “He is not in there” my tattoo lover said, pointing at the dry sauna. “My three friends are in there fucking everything that has an ass to breed since we arrived. I would have seen him. And I doubt that it is his scene.” “What do you mean?” intrigued by his remark. “My friends are hosting a conversion party of their own. Interested to join the chasers?”. He grabbed my ass and pull me against him. “But for you to know, I would like to have the first go at you, I would prepare you good with my nice cock like I did the other bug chasing sluts.” I remembered his long-pierced cock. That would do some damages. “No promise here” I managed to say, “but I’ll keep my part of the deal” I added has I tug on one the ringed-nipple, without mentioning that I was already poz, and that if I join, it would be as a giver. Pool and saunas checked out. I was left with rows of rooms, a couple of open rooms used as “resting areas”, an open living room, and a very (too) small dark maze. I opted for the latter first and than to make my way back to the rooms section. As I went, I noticed the living room was occupied by only 10 of 15 guys – biker-look if anyone can tell from a half-naked man. Amongst them, a couple of fully-naked twinks with glazed eyes, playing with their soft cocks. It was strange to see this “empty” area compared to the rest of the crowded place. I got some glances over from some of the bikers, but I paid no attention to them. No Leo here. So, I went straight for the dark maze. *** “Excited?” John gesture at my cock that was proudly tenting my towel as he open the door of the room. “66” the door indicated, but a smart ass had draw with a black marker another “6” at the end. “Nervous” I replied which made John laughed. As soon as we entered, John locked the door behind me. It wasn’t the normal cheap room that you can rent. This one had on one side, a bed from wall-to-wall, and on the other side a bench similar to the one I was on few minutes ago. This one had a lot of straps and cuffs attached to it which made the other one dull, I guessed, if it is your kink. Next to the bench a sling, surrounded by a lot of mirrors to reflect any positions. Nothing to calm me. “So, which one do you want to try first? asked John. He must have seen my dismay and started laughed again. I was not to be bullied again. I regained my composure and said: “If you hop in the sling I can fuck your ass good” “It might be interesting, boy.” He said looking up and down. “but if I do, I’ll fuck you as well. So, I guess it won’t happen?” “Nope” “Want a drink? as he pull from the bag two bottles of flavored mineral water. I looked at the bottles, then at him suspiciously. “They aren’t spiked if it is what you think. Go on and pick the one you want. I’ll drink the other one” he said. His smile was almost charming. “Red pill, blue pill” scene was playing in mind. I took one and sit down on the bed. My ass reminded me it was looking for some rescue. What ever this knucklehead lubed me up with was leisurely burning. John might have seen my discomfort bit said nothing. I sniffed than tasted the water – nothing unusual, took a sip – yeah all good – and then another. I look at the brand – never seen it before. It tasted good, thought. I never noticed John putting back the other bottle in the bag and grabbed a normal bottle of water for himself. John started explaining that he was, him and few other men, members of selective club that he cofounded with his former partner in the Y2K period when they were both eighteen-years-old. John continued chatting about his club, but I was unable to focus on his monologue. I was brought back from my thoughts – what was I thinking about? when John sat next to me. Close to me. Very close. I was able to smell him again. A very manliness odor and not at all unpleasant. “I was saying that we are looking for new minions” “Hun?... Minions?” What was he talking about? “You know, young recruits to join the club, young man to keep us company. I explained it to you.” “Uncle… no… knock… uhn…” - what was his name again? “Beefy…! He was… re… recruiting me?” I manage to say. “Beefy? John started to chuckle. “Yeah, it fits him well, but I call him knucklehead” “Yeah, beefy…” I stuttered. “Are you ok?” John asked me with concerns. “You must be dehydrated, drink some more water” he said. “No, I’m good…” I looked down at the bottle and it was almost empty. John was caressing my back. His hand was rough, a hand that is used to manual work, hard work, not like these pencil-pushers – did he said he was a mechanic? Unimportant. The hand was rough and it felt good. I closed my eyes when his other hand reach my left nipple and gently play with the tip. Highly sensual. “I’ve got more water if you want” I heard John say. I looked down at my bottle which was now completely empty. “Yeah, I would like… that…” shaking my empty bottle in front of him. “But first, would you… euh… you mind… if I lay down a bit?

Practice. And I'm not being flippant. Those sets of graduated butt plugs will be your friends.

He asked for it!

Some recent events, and recent posts on the Breeding zone have prompted me to write a work of fiction. Although, I have used myself as the main character, please remember this is a work of FICTION and any similarity to real people and future events will be argued to be nothing more than pure coincidence. Enjoy. How I became a Biker Bitch Part 1 It’s difficult to believe I’ve come to this. I was a bisexual top only a few days ago, and now, well, maybe I should start at the beginning. A few weeks ago when I went out with my sister to her favorite karaoke bar. I’d been there before, as a matter of fact, I go to all the bars in town. Anyway, this particular night as we were leaving she introduced me to Magnum, the leader of the biker gang which happened to be there that night. He said “Glad to meet you. You’re not drinking?” I’d just stopped a bit earlier, and told him I was driving her tonight, as we were in her car. " Oh, got it" he said, "Good to meet you" and with that he shook my hand. He wasn’t built quite like the other bikers, having a somewhat smallish frame, as opposed the rest of guys in the bike gang, who were generally big guys. I thought this a bit odd. When we get outside I asked my sister why she introduced Magnum to me. She explained that she wanted to know if was he bi. My response, “How the hell should I know?” “Well some of the girlfriends and wives think he is, and everyone knows you are, so they just thought you could tell. Everyone hates his girlfriend 'cause she gets so jealous of anyone, even guys. talk to him. Honestly most of us are hoping Magnum and his girlfriend break-up - she's completely controlling." I responded "Women, are such conniving……” shaking my head, “What business is it of yours, your not even in their club. I mean conspiring against a guy like that. I want no part of it” “But I will say this, if we were at the gay club and the guys kept playing with his rear and crotch like they did here tonight, I’d think they were all gay and he straight.” She laughed and that was the end of it. We started going to each karaoke night at the club. The first couple of weeks only a few of the bikers dropped in, on one Saturday night they all showed up again, including Magnum. I decided to buy him a beer, thinking it would be good to be friendly. I got two beers, and walking over to him, said "Howdy," handing him one of the beers, which he accepted with a broad 'thanks'. Showing him my beer, I remarked “See, I do drink” and with that I strolled-off, thinking "My good deed is done for the night." As the night progresses, everyone got drunk, of course. I had to go take a piss as I walked into the men's room, a biker walked in behind me, taking-up the adjoining urinal. To my surprise he struck-up a conversation asking “You’re Debbi’s brother, aren’t you?” “Well, yes” I replied. Extending his free hand, we clumsily shook hands and he introduced himself saying “I’m Hambone. I’ve heard about you.” “Oh, I hopes it’s not bad.” “I heard you’re a queer.” I replied “Not quite: I’m bi. I do like women.” He clarified "But you do like cock, right?" adding "What do you think of mine? Bet you’d love to suck it for me wouldn’t ya?” With that he turned to show it to me, then,without awaiting my reply, zipped-up and walked out the door. leaving me with my mouth hanging. His cock was a beauty. I could understand why they call him Hambone. While his cock seemed to be of average length, at least when soft, but boy was it thick. I don’t think I could have gotten my mouth around it if I had wanted to. Well I would have tried if he had been serious. LOL. I hadn't had sex with anyone in a long time, and I was just about to go out of my mind with the desire to have physical contact with another person, but I didn't really know what had been stopping me. I washed my hands and returned to the table, and my beer. Debbi and I were sitting at a table with one of the bikers, Mike, and his wife, Linda, as well as a couple other women who are friends of theirs as well as Debbi, who had just been called to the floor for a song when Magnum walked-up and invited me to accompany him out on the patio where a couple of other bikers were gathered. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but figuring the club was a public place, and as I didn’t sense any menace in the invitation, I accompanied him. Once out-side, one of the guys lit-up a joint and started passing it around. While I declined, Magnum opened saying “Some of the guys have talked it over, and we have decided to invite you to join our club.” “Wow, well uh, I’d love to belong to your club, but I’m afraid I don’t qualify. Believe me, you really don’t want me, I’d be an embarrassment. Thanks, though.” “How’s that?” he asked. “I don’t have a bike, nor do I have a good enough job to buy one, or even know how to ride, if I did have a way to buy one. Let alone the fact I used to be a prison guard, and some of your guys are ex-cons, the two don’t normally mix well. Then there's the fact I’m bi, and some of your guys would.…” He interrupted me,“Oh, I didn‘t know you were a guard.” He grinned widely and glanced at the two other bikers passing around the joint. "As for the job, I’m sure one of us can help you find one that pays enough, and I’m sure we can round up a bike you can borrow 'till you can buy one. And we can teach you to ride.” I asked, “Has anyone ever turned you down?” “Nope.” “Oh” I replied, and with that Magnum said “So it’s settled. Sure you don’t want?” offering me the joint again. “No thanks, really.” Magnum resumed by saying “We have a four month probationary period during which time you will be sponsored, so everything your sponsors tells you. You'll ride with them, everywhere they go.” As they finish the joint, and we started inside, and he told the other two guys "There's a meeting at my house after closing to start his initiation" gesturing at me. I looked-on dumbfounded. “I, I, I ah, really don’t know what to say.” Back at the table he told Debbi “Your brother has decided to join our club. I know he was riding with you, but one of us will get him home. He has to be at the meeting after the bar closes.” With that he walked-off. Turning to me Debbi said, “I didn’t know you wanted to join the biker club. You don’t even know how to ride.” “I was drafted. Maybe we should go NOW.” Mike spoke-up, “Oh, it’ll be fine. I’ll watch after him, Debbi.” To which I added “Well, he did offer to help me find a job. I can’t really turn that down. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? I’ll give it a shot.” “That’s the spirit” Mike said. I looked-up and saw Hambone talking with one of the bikers who was outside. He saw me, lifted his beer and with a smile, saluted me. Now, I was worried. Mike’s wife rode home with her friends and he drove me to Magnum’s place out in the country. On the way I asked him, “So, what goes on at this initiation anyway?” “It’s different for each guy. Mine was downing a bottle of jack, which I immediately threw up” and he chuckled at the memory as we pulled into the yard. I saw there are several bikes and a few trucks on the property, but not as many as I expected, which I pointed out to Mike. “Oh, yeah, well most of those belong to Magnum. There will only be six to eight guys here.” “Huh - I thought your club was bigger than that” I remarked, looking at him quizzically. “It is. These are the pack leaders, if you will. Or if you prefer club officers. They will initiate you, and then assign sponsors to you who will guide you for the next four months” he explained as he stopped the truck. I got out, but he didn’t. “Aren’t you coming in?” I asked. “Nope, I’m not an officer. They’ll get you home later, or call one of us to do it.” The two guys from the patio were waiting and escorted me inside. "I’m Jack" the larger guy said, "and this is Will." Jack was about six feet tall, tattooed all over. His arms were amazingly large. Frankly his size made me feel very small. Will was also a big guy, has a rough scraggly beard, a few scars on his arms, and also had numerous tattoos. When we entered the house I saw Magnum, Hambone, and three other big guys drinking at a bar in his house. I could smell the joint they were passing around. There was a pool table, a leather couch with a coffee table, and sliding glass doors. Outside I saw an in ground pool. Nice house, I thought to myself. About then I recognized one of the guys as a biker I had met many years earlier at the adult drive-in. All we did was mutual jacking in his car. I was sure it was him, but I couldn't remember his name. Then someone said “Well, I see our new guy is here. Time to started.” Jack and Wills grabbed my arms and I knew there was no way I could break free, but I tried anyway. “What the hell guys? Let me go.” They just laughed. Magnum and the other guys are smiling. “We aren’t going to hurt you” Magnum said, adding "Well, yeah, it’s going to hurt I’m sure, but you’re a cocksucker so you’ll enjoy it. See here's the plan. The boys and I, well, when we found out you were a cocksucker, and then you tell me you were a guard. You sort of picked your own initiation.” “Hell yeah!” Hambone said. I responded “Look guys, if you want me to suck your cocks, fine. I won’t resist, you don’t have to do this” and I gestured in Jack's direction. The guy from the drive-in, who was taking a drag off the joint spoke-up saying “ That’s not all we want, see a couple of us got raped in jail and now it’s payback time.” "Yeah" I heard Will say. I thought to myself What are my options here? I’ve got to talk them out of this - no place I could run to, and no way I could fight them off. “But, I wasn’t the one who did it, and I’ve never....” Then I felt the sting of Jack's huge hand on my face, and tasted blood. Magnum continued "We’ve decided to make it easier on you then they had it. Now we can do this the easy way, and you undress yourself for us like in prison, or....” Jack squeezed my arm and I clenched my teeth in pain. “Okay, Okay” I said. With my acquiescence Jack and Will let me go, and Jack knocked my hat off and slapped me on my ass, knocking slightly forward. “Hee-haw, Cowboy. Show us what you got.” I quickly regained my step. “Get em off, boy, or else, we’re waiting” Hambone said with an evil grin. I heard a chain lock being placed on the door behind me, then Jack and Will took a seat to watch me strip. I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it on the floor, then went to lift my T-shirt. “Oh, this is taking too long” Jack remarked, and standing-up, he moved towards me. I froze, expecting to be punched. Instead he grabbed my T-shirt and ripped it off me. “Jack, let him do it” called-out one of the guys, to which Jack replied “Okay, Bill” and he resumed his seat. I unbuckled my belt, and reached down to pull off each one boot then the other and then dropped my jeans. Wearing only my underwear and socks, I stood there, hesitating. Magnum barked-out the order “Get them off, everything, even the socks.” So I pulled my underwear down and then removed my socks, and then stood-up, covering my crotch with my hands” feeling rather embarrassed. “Remove the hands. Stand there like you were an inmate” someone ordered. I lowered my hands to my sides. “Good, good. You’re doing so well.” Bill then remarked "That’s such a tiny cock you got there. I can’t see any woman wanting that. No wonder you’re a cocksucker." Of course everyone laughed. “I’m a grower” I responded. "Yeah sure" Hambone said as he unzipped his own jeans. to be continued.

Hard prostate stimulation can cause involuntary urination much like how hard clitoral stimulation does the same to females. Sometimes it’s just because the Top is hitting and squishing your internal organs, to include your bladder. Depending on how big he is and the angle he’s hitting in you, he could be bashing your bladder, making you wanna pee. Sometimes you can catch a bottom peeing himself while getting fucked. Clear fluid will start to spill out in spurts and drip out like water, not drool out like precum or semen, which is thicker. I try to empty my bladder before sex, especially with those skilled Tops that I know regularly give me hands free, p-spot orgasms. However, despite going before hand, I piss myself about 10% of the time once the orgasms start building. Most times it’s just a dribble or slow leak that most thick bath towels can handle. Sometimes, though, it is a full force stream. If I can catch myself in time, (before it starts feeling too good) I take a quick bathroom break. It’s actually a good sign when I start pissing myself because I know the next wave that hits, cum will start dribbling out and then there no stopping the waves of pleasure.

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At the end of work week it's always GOOD to get/give loads! What a de-stresser! BTW, last Saturday I was visited by my 30 yo Filipino pigson with a big load to blast in my mouth. He doesn't like wasting it. His load coated the back of my mouth. All done in 15 mins. Then he went shopping! LOL! Today I met up with my other pigson -- 29 yo Vietnamese vers pigson. We did the usual - 69 and sucking each other's cock and rimming each other's asses. I love to tongue his entire tanned smooth body all over. He's in bliss and moaning. I got to fuck his hole after getting it wet with my rim job. He wanted to rim my hole again. Silicone lube was on the nightstand to put on his cock and my hole. I was totally douched. He shoved in his boicock and pumped away. He shot his 3-day load within 12 pumps. And he felched some out for me to taste. I quickly cleaned off his cummy cock. I got on his chest to put my cock in his mouth. He sucked on my balls and I was ready to cum in his mouth. It's hot that both of my pigsons are within a 20-min walk of my place!

I only went once since COVID and that was last month. I had two trips planned to GC in 2020 and rescheduled and rescheduled again due to travel restrictions but last month I was able to go. First thing I noticed was that it was quiet. Now June tradionally is the low season and plenty of businesses close for vacation in June so I didn't know which venues were closed because of vacation or as a result of COVID. But there were still plenty of gay guys. I also noticed there were few or no visitors from the UK. Most were Dutch, German or Scandinavian. Not all restaurants and cafés/bars were open. Clubs were open but with restrictions (although one would ask if those were kept once inside). I didn't feel like clubbing until late at night so didn't go. When I was there it was still mandatory to wear a face mask in public, also on the street (not on café terraces and in restaurants). That restriction was lifted in my last weekend but most people (mostly the Spanish) preferred to keep it on. Smoking was restricted to certain areas outside. Most cafés/bars/restaurants had one. Until not so long ago some hotels were offering a month's stay for around €700, be it without cleaning and room service. Not sure if they still do. You may be better off renting an apartment. The hotel I was in had a rule that no visitors are allowed in your room (COVID rule). Plus most hotels have key card elevators now I think. An apartment offers you the freedom to have guys come and go without anyone noticing. There used to be gay guys offering apartments for rent on sites like PlanetRomeo and Bearwww.com. Haven't checked if that is still the case. Do keep in mind January is the high season so prices will be up. In January 2022 it it is very likely far busier and things probably more back to "normal" than they are now. I'm planning to go back in September. Another postponed trip.

thanks daddy! no, I think I take multiple dirty loads way too often to ever be totally clean. when you consider the time it takes for meds to clear up a bug or 3, by the time I am cleaned up, I likely already have something new.

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.

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.

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?)

The "problem"'s solved if the bottom's blindfolded or hooded and masked. What he can't see, he can't refuse.

Many men I know do keep them in place...as they begin that journey.

Go Daddy!

The problem I see with this test option is that I only need rectal swab testing for Gonnoreah and Clamydia. That’s only included in the most expensive test kit which also includes HIV testing (I’m already poz).

Yes, as in the rapists could have been arrested if I reported it. I didn’t, not because I liked it, but because I felt fear and shame.All were acquaintance rapes and a couple of my rapists threatened my life if I reported it. My frisky times was while I was still in elementary school. In a perverse sense, my mind sometimes goes back to those times and a part of me gets turned on. I think that is why I get these cravings for “forced” scenarios and “play rape”/BDSM. The difference is that I know I have at least a small amount of control, even if it is a safe word. Or in forced sex, I usually let the Top know I like it rough, so consent is given. It’s all about the paradox of feeling like I have no control (fantasy) while still having actual control (reality).

Please move if this is in the wrong section. Looking for some advice as I begin to explore as a bareback bottom. I’ve done a few hosting sessions in a hotel where I’ve let men breed me while I am blindfolded and listening to music or porn and I’ve loved it. I really enjoy the feeling of submitting to cock and having them cum in my holes with a little sensory deprivation. So much so that I don’t even like to top anymore, just bottom. Generally always used dating apps (Grindr/Fetlife), as I am discreet and like the opportunity to screen people’s status beforehand (I am not on prep) - but I’d like to take the next step and attend a club. Few questions for the group (am in ATL for location specific stuff). 1. I’ve been recommended to attend a cumunion event here, as it’s where I’ll really have the opportunity to take as many loads as I can - is this accurate? 2. Would I have any issue wearing a blindfold and a pair of headphones inside the club? I really enjoy the sensory deprivation during. 3. I am neg, and unfortunately unable to get on PreP at the moment. How can I make sure that guys who cum in me are also neg? 4. Are poppers permitted inside these clubs? I imagine it depends on which one, but is there a general rule? Thanks, sorry if this is the wrong place to post.

I like a nice loose sloppy fuckhole that I can just ram my big cock into and start hammer fucking. I’m not trying to make love to a cumdump. I’m just using it to get myself off. Plus I like a loose pussy cause a loose faggot is a well used whore.

If it helps you: A bit over a week ago I also had a risky encounter. I was also super high and that wasn't completely my choice. I can't remember everything but I've been thinking about it and thinking about it and thinking about it. And the more I thought about the more sketchy things appeared to be. I was and sometimes still am anxious as fuck about that. I was and sometimes still am pissed as fuck about myself that I've driven myself into this situation. After all, I was not on prep, since it was basically my first sexual encounter during this pandemic. I wasn't really able to go and get PEP after that. But whenever I feel the memory and anxiety rise in me, I try to remember the fact, that I can't change it. I can spend my time constantly worrying about it or I can try to minimize my worries until I can get tested and can learn from that experience. So yes, trust me, I do understand the anxiety. It can be paralyzing and can lead to all sorts of stupid behaviour. But when things like that happen, it opens another chapter. Takes time to get used to it for sure. But it shouldn't be the end of the world and although it is hard, I do not think that it's worth it to torture yourself with self-hate, self-pity, whatever you might call it. And your therapist is right. Coming out to your father is a big step in the right direction. Once you got rid off one reason to hide, the other one's will follow time after time. Enjoy yourself, love yourself.

If you're in the sling (in a public place), you've given consent. You have made it clear you are there to be fucked. If you don't actively have a partner, being in the sling is, in itself, asking for someone to join you. If you don't like strangers coming up and attempting to fuck you, GET OUT OF THE SLING. You can do whoever you want at home, but in an environment with limited resources, keeping someone else from using those resources while you wait for someone to catch your fancy is a dick move. We're not talking about walking around in a bar and being accosted. We're talking about being in a bathhouse or sexclub. There is, by virtue of the venue, a limited degree of consent when you walk in the door. It is up to YOU to say "no thank you" if it's not your scene, but you can't pretend to be offended when your ass is dripping lube and you're waiting with legs spread in a sling.

Part 4 Matt was worried. It's winter again. It's cold out. Snow on the ground. And he's alone in his bed. Matt is wondering how long it'll take before he gets a boyfriend. He's also getting a little worried that he's getting a reputation for being a slut. It's pretty clear that "geek chic" and his group of friends are not interested in hanging out with him. "Geek chic" won't speak to him at the bars anymore. Alexander and his friends are being standoff-ish when they bump into each other. Matt decides to get online. Maybe he can meet a guy that doesn't know all these queens he knows from the bars. Matt logs onto AOL and joins the local m4m room. It took a minute to get in, but his city is rarely big enough to have more than 1 m4m room. He is chatting away with boys and men. Most older guys hit Matt up right away. Matt is looking for someone closer to his age because he wants to date. Matt knows that his future boyfriend is going to be under 25. That night Matt starts chatting with a guy who lives about an hour away - his height and weight, a top with an 8" cock, and 24. They chat over an hour the first night. His name is Mark. Mark and Matt get to sexy chatting. Mark tells Matt that he loves fucking guys in public. Matt tells Mark that he has sucked cock and gotten fucked at the Park. Mark knows the Park Matt describes. Mark tells Matt he fucked a guy from the club there one night, but mostly has gotten head there. Matt is super turned on, typing with Mark, stroking his cock, and occasionally rubbing his hole. Matt is thinking about Mark fucking him in the park. Mark asks Matt if he "always plays safe or ........" Matt is a little surprised, but he's turned on. Matt has "safe sex only" in his AOL profile. Matt takes a minute before he responds. He doesn't want Mark to think he's a slut. Matt wants Mark to date him. Matt knows that sluts don't get boyfriends. Matt is rock hard looking at the screen. He starts to type and stops. Matt types, "I'm hiv negative and want to stay that way." Then quickly follows with, "But I've gotten fucked without a condom a few times." When he types that, Matt's cock gets even harder. He thinks he might cum. Mark replies, "That's hot." Matt types, "Do you fuck bareback?" Mark immediately replies, "Yes." and "Can I fuck you bareback?" Matt replies, "Yes." As he does, Matt strokes his cock twice and cums. His cum shoots all over. Matt is embarrassed now at what he said. He signs off AOL, Matt wipes up his cum and realizes that he just typed to a guy he doesn't know that he'd take his bare cock. Matt is still turned on, but so shocked at himself. Matt knows it is dangerous to fuck bareback. He was taught this all through middle school, high school and college. His parents made him promise he'd practice safe sex when he came out. His friends think guys that bareback are sluts. His best friends would be horrified at what Matt typed out to Mark. Matt goes to sleep. Matt stays off AOL for another couple days. After a shitty night getting ignored at the bars, Matt signs on. Matt sees Mark is online. Matt apologizes for hopping off abruptly. Mark senses that Matt is horny and wants another horny cyber chat. Mark says, "That's ok. How about you come over and ride my cock?" Matt says, "That'd be really hot to feel you slide inside me." Mark says, "Thanks for riding bareback since neither of us brought condoms." Matt takes off his clothes and starts stroking his cock looking at what Mark wrote. Mark says, "Your ass feels so good sliding down my bare cock." Matt replies, "Your cock feels so good inside me bare." Mark and Matt make a few more replies until Mark says, "I'm going to cum in your ass." Matt is so worked up again that he feels like he may cum. Matt replies, "Cum inside me." Mark knows he has Matt and replies, "How about tomorrow? I'll come to the city and cum inside you." Matt says, "Fuck yes." Mark gets Matt's number and calls him to set things up for the next night. Mark tells Matt that he is going to love cumming inside him. Matt tells Mark that he wants him to cum in him badly. Matt is hot for it. Mark says, "Don't cum tonight. Save it for tomorrow. I like you really horny for it like you are now." Matt agrees. The boys hang up. The next night Mark arrives in the city at 9:30pm. This is perfect for Mark because he knows that Matt is just a fuck. Matt is a little annoyed because he wants Mark to date him. Mark picks Matt up. They drive around a bit talking. Matt is trying to get to know Mark. Mark is attractive and all the things his profile said. Matt wants this to be more than sex. Mark realizes Matt might not give it up tonight - the cyber sex Matt might chicken out in real life. Mark turns on the charm. As they drive, Mark is complimentary of Matt and feels his legs and leans in to kiss him on the lips a couple times romantically. Matt starts to relax. Mark sees his opportunity when there is an open parking space near the park. It's 11pm when the boys park the car. Mark leans in and kisses Matt. They make out for awhile. Matt feels Marks hard cock. It is big as promised. Mark feels all over Matt, betting Matt very turned on. Mark's car is small though - a sports car - and uncomfortable to do more in. Mark suggests they go into the Park. Matt agrees. It's cold. There is about 2 inches of snow on the ground. Mark promises to keep Matt warm. Mark grabs lube and poppers from the glove compartment, leaving the condoms there since he knows Matt is going to take it bare. The boys walk into the park holding hands. Matt and Mark stop at the same spot where Alexander's friend fucked Matt bareback. Mark kisses Matt and says, "Suck my cock." Mark undoes his jeans and pushes them down. Matt grabs Mark's cock and starts sucking the beautiful girthy 8" cut cock. Matt's mouth is warm. The warm mouth contrasts with the cold breeze. Matt feels the breeze on his face as the warm cock slides in and out of his mouth. Mark's cock feels good, but it's cold. He needs to fuck Matt soon or this night may not go as planned. Mark lets Matt suck his cock some more, enjoying the boy's mouth. Mark says, "I'm going to fuck your ass Matt. Do you want my cock inside you?" Matt pulls off Mark's cock long enough to say, "Fuck yeah." Matt is so turned on right now. Mark pulls Matt back up, places him against the tree and lets the boy undo his jeans, pushing them down to reveal tight white briefs. Mark pushes down Matt's briefs in the back, hands Matt the poppers, and starts lubing his cock and Matt's ass. Mark takes Matt's hand and puts it on his bare cock. It's dark out and Mark doesn't want to find the bottom's fuckhole without help. Mark also wants Matt to know the cock has no condom on it. Matt wraps his hand around the bare cock. His hand is cold. Mark shivers a bit but says, "How's that cock feel?" Matt says, "Really good." Mark says, "Put it in you Matt. Take my bare cock and put it in your ass." Matt guides Mark's girthy cock to his hole and pushes back. Matt is surprised at how easily Mark's cock head slips inside him. Matt gasps for air as Mark let's Matt's ass adjust to his invading cock. Mark says, "Ready for more." Matt agrees. Mark pushes in more and both boys are surprised when Mark is able to slide all the way in. "Fuck," Matt groans. Mark starts fucking Matt. The ass feels way tighter than the easy entry indicates. This slut has an amazing ass. Mark says, "You like my bare cock inside you?" Matt says, "It feels so good in me." Mark says, "I'm not your first bare cock am I?" Matt says, "No. I've taken it bareback before." Mark says, "Fuck yes you have." Mark strokes Matt's boner which is rock hard. Mark says, "It turns me on to hear how slutty you are. Tell me how many cocks you've taken bareback." Matt gasps as Mark says this because he never thought his slutty behavior would turn a guy on. Matt loves how Mark is stroking him and fucking his ass with his bare cock. Matt decides to slut it up. Matt knows he's only taken 3 cocks bareback; but he wants to turn Mark on. Mark says, "Go on. Tell me. I want to know." Then Mark's cock hits Matt's prostate. Matt says, "8 guys have fucked me bareback." Mark says, "Mostly guys from the bars right? Hookups and strangers?' Matt says, "Yes. I took them bareback." Mark says, "Did you ever take their cum in your ass?" Matt says, "All of them. Every time I gave it up bareback." Mark is stroking Matt and short stroking his cock to keep hitting Matt's prostate. It's an expert fuck. Turning Matt into a babbling slut. Matt says how he loves taking cock bareback. Loves it when guys cum in his ass. Begs guys to cum in him. Mark says, "I'm close slut. Tell me you want my cum in your ass. Beg me for it." Mark is really close. Matt starts loudly moaning, pushing his ass back on Mark's cock and says, "Please cum inside me. I want your cum in me." Mark grabs Matt's hips to steady him and gives a few more strokes before saying, "I'm cumming in your slutty ass." Matt shoots his load on the tree. The boys clean up and pull up their pants. Mark says, "You're a hot fuck." Matt says, "You are too." Mark drives Matt home goes inside and the boys fuck a few more times. Mark is getting Matt to admit his slutty fantasies and begging for Mark's cum in his ass. Mark and Matt see each other for about a month. Mark finds a hot slutty guy closer to home and breaks things off with Matt. Matt is sad. He loved the way Mark fucked him. Matt thinks, "That sex was so hot. Ugh. How am I going to keep this up without Mark?"

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

oh definitely a cumdump should make noise and beg the top to use it unless they are told to be quiet by the top. I was trained to beg men to fuck me, tell them what a whore I am and of course to beg every man who fucks me to blow his load inside me. I was also trained to thank every male who unloads their balls in my slutty body. l have had guys tell me to be quiet because they didn't want anyone to overhear him fucking me and even been told to "shut the fuck up and take my load" by men who tell me they don't want to hear cumdumps talk or hearing a queeny faggot when they are trying to fuck a guy or "if I wanted to fuck a girl I would fuck girls" but usually men love it when I beg them to cum in me.

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."

Part 11 I threw TJ's jeans at him as he layed there on the dirty, piss covered ground, cum leaking out of his hole. "Get dressed you fucking white trash cumdump!" I ordered him as I shoved the fat pug back into is ass. I just stood over him as he slowly pulled his pants on, spitting on him. "Hurry up you little faggot!" I demanded. He pulled his jeans on and I unlocked his leash. I started to lead him back out through the maze, past all the homeless guys that had just used him. He just hung his head in shame as we walked. I looked at him, his long, stringy hair matted with cum, his naked tattooed torso covered in streaks of dirt and slime and couldn't help myself. My newest prize looked so trashy and fucked up that I grabbed him by the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall, smashing his face into the cold, hard bricks. I ripped down his jeans and pulled out the plug. Cum ran out of his ass and onto my big, hard cock before I rammed it into him.TJ moaned as I slammed into him over and over while I pushed his face into the bricks, leaving scratches all over one side of his face. "You fucking take that you little bitch!" I growled, as if he had any other choice. "You're a disgusting little meth slut, aren't you bitch? You'll do anything to get high, won't you? Come on, let me hear it bitch. Tell me what you are!" "I'm a meth slut." TJ gurgled. "I'll do anything to get high." "Damn straight you will, you low down, pathetic faggot!" I hissed as I pumped another of my dirty loads into his increasingly wrecked hole. After I re-plugged him and pulled his jeans back up, I led him to the car and opened the trunk, throwing him in. "Thats where disgusting little meth pigs deserve to ride." I said as I slammed the trunk closed. I drove to our next destination. The bathhouse. The sleazy one where anything goes and usually does. I led TJ from the trunk to the front desk, where the desk clerk just leered at him. George, a big bear of a man, just passed me a key as I slid him a baggie of T. He knew what was up. I always bring my whores here. The second we walked through the door, I made TJ remove his jeans and led him naked to our room. Of course I took the long route, so as many people as possible could see my newest victim in all his trashy glory. We passed one of the regulars, Ben. He wasn't that old, early 40's, but in the advanced stages of AIDS. His skin sagged off his skinny, once muscular body while his belly puffed out. He smiled at us as he looked TJ up and down with his sunken eyes. "Any luck tonight?" I asked him. "Naw." He replied. "But that's how it goes." I just smiled and beckoned him to follow us. He did and soon I was shutting the door to our room. Ben sat on the bed as I pushed TJ to the floor. I dug out my supplies and handed Ben a pipe." "Where'd you find this one?" He asked, as he got the pipe rolling. "Skate park." I replied. "Damn, you're lucky." He said as exhaled a cloud. "It's all skill my man." I laughed. "You just need to know how to trap the stupid bitches." Ben laughed as he sat back, hitting the pipe as I pulled out another little baggie. I quickly laid out two lines on the bathhouse floor and handed TJ a little straw. He quickly snorted them up, not having any idea that is wasn't T, but K. Some good old Ketamine. In no time flat, he was collapsed on the floor as he sunk into the K-hole. Ben and I pulled him onto the bed. "He's ready for you." I said, as Ben stroked his hardening cock. I pulled out the plug, and more cum ran out. I scooped it up and wiped it into TJ's slack, open mouth. He stared at Ben with vacant eyes, unable to move as his legs were lifted and yet another cock slid into his "straight" skaterboy cunt. "Oh god he feels so good!" Ben moaned as he slid his 7" cock in and out of the incapacitated boy. "So loose, so juicy! I'm not gonna last long!" I sat back, enjoying the pipe as I watched the diseased ravaged man have his way with my helpless whore. Soon, I was enjoying the site of Ben deeply kissing my whore as he buried himself in to the hilt and pumped TJ full of a really, nasty load. "Got another one in you?" I asked as I handed him the pipe. "You know I do!" He enthusiastically answered. "Help me roll him over." We rolled TJ onto his stomach and Ben climbed on top of him, sliding his cock back into the barley conscious boy. He laid his body on TJ's and wrapped his arms around him as he sawed in and out of TJ's cumhole. After a little bit, TJ started coming back to reality and began moaning as his ass was fucked yet again. I smiled an evil smile as Ben deposited his second high viral load into my whore. "Thank you." He said as he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. "No, thank YOU." I smiled as I fingered TJ's cum filled hole. After about 20 minutes TJ was back to being semi conscious and I was ready for the last part of his ordeal for the night. I gave him one, final big slam. Then I stood him up with his arm over my shoulder for support, and helped walk him out the door and down the hall. I knew at this point, TJ's mind was more than gone. He may have been technically conscious, but he probably had no idea of where or even who he was at this point. This only made the men we passed stare more leacherously at the dirty, skanky, trashy teenager as I led him to the open play room. With a little help, I soon had him splayed on a St. Andrew's cross, his back and ass exposed and ready, his mouth gagged to help stifle the inevitable screams. Because, as fucked up as he was, he was going to feel this! A small crowd had gathered to watch as I picked up a whip and expertly landed the first blow right in the middle of TJ's back. He screamed as his body tensed up and a dark red welt appeared. After a few more strokes, TJ just hung there blubbering. Someone took mercy on him and fed him some poppers, but I didn't stop. Not until I had landed 20 lashes across his teenage whore back. I had broken the skin in a few places, and a little bit of blood dripped down. Then I took a bandana from one of the guys and soaked it in poppers, tying it across TJ's nose. Soon, his head just kind of flopped as I picked up a cane. Looking around, I could see many men masturbating as they watched the scene in front of them. "Don't blow your loads gents!" I said to the room. "This slut will be available as soon as I'm done!" And with that, I raised the cane and brought it down full strength across TJ's ass cheeks. He part screamed, part whimpered, and part moaned into the gag as I watched a deep red mark appear. Three more strikes and TJ was once again blubbering. After 10, I stopped and admired what I had done. TJ's ass was just one giant, swollen, throbbing piece of flesh. It was dark purple where the cane had struck the same spot more than once, and a little blood ran down his legs. And true to my word, I made TJ available after that. I and another guy released him from the cross and laid him on a fuck bench, strapping him down. I left the gag in, as I didn't want any loads going in his mouth. Then, I sat back and enjoyed the show, watching these men fuck my freshly beaten bitch. They ran their hands over his body, feeling the welts and the heat that radiated from them. A few of the guys even pulled their cocks out of his ass, and shot their loads across his bloodied back and ass, rubbing their, most likely, dirty semen into the fresh wounds that covered his young, teenage body. See, I told you anything goes here! After a couple of hours, the last man dumped into TJ and it was time to leave. I had to have help getting him off the fuck bench, to the room, and out to my car, as TJ could barely stand at this point. Once I got back to my place, I hefted him out of the trunk and carried him up the stairs over my shoulder. I dropped him on the bed where he just stared up at me with those vacant, fucked up eyes. I smiled at my toy. Then I took another syringe and gave TJ a powerful sedative that would knock his ass out for at least 12 hours. Then I pulled off his jeans and crawled next to him. I ran my hands all over his body as he lay unconscious on his stomach, feeling the damage I had inflicted on him. It made my cock hard. I spread his legs and pulled out the plug. I groaned as I looked at his hole. It wasn't even closing. It just gaped open, a very angry red as I could see some of insides poking out. Cum dripped from his new little rosebud and I fingered him, proud of myself for the destruction I had caused to his straight boy ass. Then I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a piercing. I quickly swapped my regular one for one that had several spikes poking out. Then I slid into him. TJ didn't move a muscle in his passed out state as my huge cock and spiked piercing proceeded to shred his insides even more. His hole was just a loose, wet sloppy hole by this point. I could barely feel it around my dick. I moved my hips around as I pressed the spikes into his innards. Then, I pulled out, relishing the site of my cock covered in slime and fresh blood. I held onto his hips and slammed myself back into him and fucked his lifeless body for a good twenty minutes before I flooded it one last time for the night with another, dirty load.

For me, it is about the fact that this guy has his entire cock INSIDE of me.... I relish the feeling as his cock head splits me open. I love the feeling of his shaft stroking in and out and causing warmth from the friction. Most of my fuck buddies love to talk dirty and are telling me to get ready to feel their hot cum spurt way up inside my gut. Then that feeling of wet, warmth oozing inside of me. I can feel it. I milk it with my ass muscles, trying to get every drop of cum from his spewing cock. But then, some nice slow churning of that load inside. I love to feel him stroking nice and slow, right to the edge of the inside of my ass... then pushing that cum all around the inside some more. When he softens enough... feeling the cock head stretch those ass lips on the way OUT of my hole... and leaking all that cum as it is pulled out.

Chapter 28 I was still in the middle of putting out the fire when I received a text from Brandon. 'Hey just checking in.' 'How were your sessions?' 'One was really interesting the other not so much.' 'That sounds about par for these conferences.' 'Do we have anything planned for tonight?' 'I've had a project come up that's going to keep me busy tonight. You okay on your own?' 'Yeah, I ran into Mike at the last session and he asked us to go to some gay dance club with him.' 'Sounds perfect. Tell him I'm sorry I can't go. Have fun and be safe.' 'Did you just tell me to have safe sex?' 'Ha ha, none of that nonsense! You know what I mean.' 'Yes dad.' 'Don't push it boy.' '😬' Okay so with Brandon taken care of for the evening if I could just finish up this work mess I could get back to the really important stuff. Don't you hate it when work gets in the way of you destroying a new sub's pussy. I finally wrapped things up with work. It had been almost three hours since I left my newest plaything when I finally knocked on his door. This would be a good test for him as I told him I expected to be back two hours ago. Part of me wondered if he'd answer the door at all, I was worried for nothing. It took less than thirty seconds for the door to open. He stepped to the side and let me in immediately assuming the position. His little nub of a cock sticking straight up. I grabbed his pathetic excuse of a dick and squeezed. "Have you been hard the whole time I've been gone boy?" "No sir, I got hard when you knocked on the door." Damn this boy was so hot. "Did you play with yourself?" "I've just been fingering my hole sir, I haven't touched my penis." "You don't get hard when you've got things in your cunt?" "No sir, I'm totally soft but I do leak a lot. I use my precum as lube sir." "Damn Xander, I can't believe nobody's claimed you as theirs." "I've been too afraid to act sir." "What about now boy." "I don't want to be afraid anymore sir." I leaned down and kissed him, my tongue invading his mouth. "Mmm," I moaned, "you're a damn good kisser boy, but we have more important things to do. Drop to your knees and remove my shorts." He immediately did as he was told reaching out towards me when I slapped his hands away. "Nope boy, hands behind your back, use your teeth only." I was only wearing basketball shorts so I figured even hands free this would be simple for him. I pulled my t-shirt off as he grabbed my waistband right at my hip where my biohaz tat sits. I'm sure he noticed it but he gave no indication. Most guys who don't already know my status seem to gasp or catch their breath when they see it for the first time, but no reaction at all from him. He had my dick bouncing free in no time. As soon as my shorts were on the ground he moved back and waited for his next direction all the while staring hungerly at my hard cock. "You're being such a good boy I'll give you a choice. Do you want my cock in your mouth or cunt first?" "My cunt sir," he blurted out, "please, my cunt." My cock was leaking in anticipation of ruining Xander's ass. "First, I want you to kiss my dick and just get him wet since I don't believe in lube for boys." He kept his hands behind his back without me having to tell him and lovingly kissed the tip of my cock. He reached his tongue out, got his first taste of my precum and let out a deep moan. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir, it tastes so good." He started to swallow my cock. "Easy son watch those teeth." He pulled off and said, "sorry sir it's been awhile since I've sucked." Then he took me into his mouth again. It seemed to come back to him pretty quickly as he was soon taking most of my cock down his throat. "Damn my dick looks good with your lips wrapped around it. Okay I think that enough for now. I know you really want my dick in your pussy. Get on the bed on all fours with your ass facing me, it's time to get a good look at your boy hole." He assumed the position and used his hands to spread his cheeks. "Good damn Xander, that is the prettiest pink pucker I've seen. Not a fucking hair on that smooth hole, fucking beautiful. I have to tell you son, I usually prefer my guys with some hair on them but there's something about you that makes me so horny and hard." I started tracing my finger around his hole. "Did you prelube, you're pretty wet down there." "I was fingering myself before you arrived trying to loosen my hole, I only used my precum sir." "Fuck, you horny little slut." I really wanted to eat him out but his cunt was winking at me just begging to be destroyed. "Son, I know I said I wouldn't hurt you but to be honest with you this may hurt just a bit but trust me it's for your own good." "Do it! Please do it, fucking breed my pussy." Ok I didn't need to be asked twice. I slammed in about half way and hit his second hole. "Come on boy let me in, except your destiny, relax those ass muscles." I kept pushing and I could feel him trying to accommodate my cock. I'm bigger than average and pretty thick, I'm not huge but my bottoms definitely feel me. Slowly I felt his insides give way and my cock inched forward a bit further. I held there for a few seconds so he could get used to me then I pulled out. "Breathe boy, we're almost there," then I shoved back in all the way. "Holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit." He kept repeating over and over. "You doing okay boy?" "Holy fucking shit sir, so big. Feels so big." "You want me to pull out?" "No! Oh god no don't pull out." I chuckled, "don't worry I'm just kidding, there's no way in hell I'm pulling out now unless it's too slam right back inside you." I started slowly moving my dick in and out and he started moaning like a bitch in heat. "You like that slut, don't you." "Oh my god yes. I can't believe how good that's feels. Please don't stop." "When was the last time you had a dick in your cunt boy?" "Long time sir." "How long boy?" "Over five years sir." "Dear god Xander are you serious?" "I'm sorry sir, I know I'm pathetic." That set me over the edge, I slammed in and fired off my first load. "By the end of the week boy you're going to be a grade A whore taking every cock offered absolutely no load refused." I pulled my cock out of his cunt and slapped his ass. Turn around and clean me off slut. A good bottom always cleans off every dick that gives him a load. Don't ever forget that." "Thank you sir! Fuck, that tastes so good." I pulled him up and gave him a deep kiss. "How you doing?" "My ass feels so empty, I need more." I started laughing, "give me a few minutes and I'll give you your second load." We laid down on the bed and he put his head on my chest. "God, I can't believe you haven't had sex in five years." "I play with my cunt a lot but I mostly just use my fingers. I keep thinking I need to buy some toys, but fuck me, I think I like the real thing better." "If course you do, the real thing fills you up with cum. So, is it safe to assume you're negative?" "Yep, you were the first guy to fuck me raw." "Seriously? Damn and you didn't even ask me to wrap up. I'm so proud of you." "I may not have had sex in awhile but I sure as hell watch a lot of porn. My favorites are the ones where there's a dom top who forces his boy to take his load. I was chatting with this guy online once and he told me it was very insulting to the top to ask him to wear a condom. You didn't mention condoms so I let you breed me." He looked down and I was rock hard again. "Does things mean you're ready to fuck me again, sir?" "Lift your legs slut." No taking it slow things time. I pounded his cunt hard with him begging me to go faster. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me in tight to his body as I shot my second load inside him. I collapsed on top of him making sure to keep my dick buried deep in his cunt. "Thank you sir that was amazing." "Glad you liked it boy we're only just getting started. I'm going make sure you leave here a new man, well a fucking cum dump anyway." "Thank you sir." "Gotta ask you son, we talked about your status but you never asked me mine." "It's not my place to ask sir. If you wanted me to know you'd tell me." "You saw my tattoo right?" "Sir you're covered in tats, do you want to be a little more specific." "Don't get smart with me boy, I may just have to take you over my knee," I smirked at him. "You know which tattoo I'm referring to." "Yes sir I saw your tat," he said reaching out to trace the symbol. "It's beautiful." "You know what it means right?" "That you're very special sir." "Mmm, I like that, yes I'm very special and I've given you my very special gift." "I wondered if you were on meds or toxic." "Which did you hope for?" "Toxic sir, because a true bottom cum dump need to be poz." "Fuck I wished you lived by me. My friends would love you." He gave me a sly grin. "That would be nice to have someone around to always make sure I had a cock to service." "Xander, I promise you this, by the end of the week you will no longer be afraid to be who you really are." "Thank you Scotty, will you now give me another poz load please?"

Probably prefer pee. Usually , after I swallow cum , it probably means the end of play for me, as after most of the tops have come, they are not interested in playing anymore. Piss is however another matter. As for taste, it depends, some piss is so mild that it tastes almost like water while sometimes is too strong my preference. Same as cum, sometimes I couldn’t even taste it when the guy shoots straight to the back of my mouth. I used to hate salty cum taste but lately I find it such a turn on.

Since age 13, I've easily taken well over 10,000 loads in my ass, probably closer to 20,000. And I don't plan on every stopping! If you're ever in the Fargo area and want to breed my hole, hit me up at 701-433-1709! NO loads refused!

OVER THE EDGE Big Ed leaned in close to my ear and, in a deep gravelly voice, said, “This is going to be a long night, bitch.” You have no idea, I thought. I didn’t even know what day it was anymore. And I’d been fucked so many times I couldn’t even estimate by how man men or the number of loads. However, there comes a time when something snaps inside your brain, when your body is overloaded by sexual stimulation, no matter how depraved that might be. That’s when you surrender your body completely and take whatever you get. More than that, actually. You crave it. Crave being fucked like a cheap piece of whore trash, with your hole fucked beyond recognition, carrying who-knows-how-many strains of various viruses in your damaged gaping hole. And you still want and welcome more. In fact, no amount of kink is enough at this point. Everything is on the table by now. That’s where I found myself as I felt the knob of Big Ed’s massive cock stretching my hole open. Despite having taken a fist already, my hole seemed to close up somewhat, so I knew that I would still be able to hug that nice huge piece of meat and make him feel as good as he’s going to make me feel. I almost laughed to myself thinking how not that long ago I would have been terrified to consider taking a cock as enormous as Big Ed’s up my ass. Hell, most men would quake in their boots thinking about having that thing tearing it’s way into their rectum. Now, I ached for it. I love feeling my hole stuffed, stretched, and filled. I heard a sort of slurpy sound coming from the vicinity of my ass, and I apparently began to involuntarily suck that big dick into me. “Fuck, you are a whore,” Big Ed laughed behind me. “That hot ass is pulling me in. I’m gonna take that as my cue to not hold back. You want it, fucker? Here it comes!” he growled, slamming the entire length into me. I did yell out, but more from shock. I’d learned to love and appreciate the pain that radiated from my ass. Strange, I know. But somehow it reassured me that by feeling the pain, I still had not been completely destroyed, and that there was always more that could be done to me. And I wanted that, too. “Fuck yeah!” I panted. “Rape that fucking hole!” “Fucking pussy ass little bitch whore,” he snarled, drawing his hips back and slamming full-length into me again. And again. Big Ed was getting into his abusive role. Then again, so was I. I have no clue why I respond so strongly to a man calling me abusive and demeaning names. A man can tell me I’m cute and it’s no big deal. But a man calls me a whore? Then I think I could fall in love. Twisted, I know. My insides felt like they were being rearranged by the impressive log of man-flesh sawing in and out of me. I’d never bothered to learn much about our internal structure, but I could feel things shifting around inside of me to make room for that invader. Concerning? Maybe. Unpleasant? Hell NO! As we fucked and fucked, working up a good sweat, Big Ed’s body was plastered to mine, and I loved the wet skin on skin feel of this fuck. It was thoroughly consuming. He would grunt and growl in my ear from over my shoulder. I regretted that they’d chained his arms up near mine because it would be felt even better if he could wrap his arms tightly around me in this position to really slam-fuck me into oblivion. Oh well, this still felt damn good. My ass hole was kind of stinging, he was stretching me so wide. And deep. I don’t even think that fist had gone so deep in me. Sweat was literally streaming down my face, and I have a feeling it was cause by more than just the exertion of fucking. My body was in total turmoil from the abuse I’d been receiving. “You ready for some of this Cell Block AIDS juice up that white whore kunt? Beg me for it, you bitch. You know you want it. Beg me for my motherfucking AIDS seed,” he ordered, nailing me with an even greater intensity. The guys upstairs had planned for him to use me all night long, and I was beginning to wonder if I would live through it. Still, there are far worse ways to go than being fucked to death. As soon as that dark little thought took root in my mind, the more I thought about it, the more it somehow turned me on. I’d already gone to quite an extreme. I decided that when it was my time to go, I wanted to be sure that I was getting raped at the time. And even after. Let’s face it, there are guys out there that get off on it, so why not allow my body to bring them some pleasure, too? “Give it to me, you fucker!” I yelled. “Knock me up with your AIDS! I want your AIDS!” I think I was bordering on hysteria, as all I wanted to shout to him was, ‘Give me your AIDS’. That’s all that mattered to me now. I am meant to have AIDS. Not just HIV or other mutations of the virus. I am meant to feel my body getting consumed by AIDS. That thought was making my mind spin, I was so horny. My cock began to fire off beneath me, hands-free obviously, which then set my pighole to spasming. “You fucking kunt! That’s it, milk my AIDS seed out of those nuts, ah fuck yeah, here it comes you MOTHERFUCKING WHORE!!!!” he bellowed as I felt that already thick cock expanding even bigger in me, followed by that delicious hot wetness spreading throughout my insides. His sperm was flooding deeper in me than any other loads I’ve ever taken. I knew that I was well and truly knocked up by this man. Well, again. Re-knocked up, I guess you could say. We remained joined, sweating heavily still, and panting like a couple of dogs after a long run, his enormous cock still buried balls deep in my stretched asshole while his balls continued to deliver every drop of his toxic seed into my body. I think we both passed out, because the next thing I remember is hearing loud footsteps coming down the stairs, and Wade yelling, “Move it, fuckers. We’ve got dead air on camera. Ed, I know that dick is still hard so keep fucking your load in deeper. The slut wants it. He can take it, can’t you?” he asked sweetly, now standing next to me and looking deep into my eyes. We were both stirring now, and Big Ed went back to rutting into me. I doubt his big balls had even had a chance to restock their swimmers, but it’s not like we had a choice. So, while Big Ed pumped my ass, I shoved it back to meet him. I was becoming aware that continuous fucking was what I enjoyed. No breaks in between. Just keep my hole stuffed and I’m happy. I don’t care of the damage to my rings inside or anything, just keep me fucked. After delivering another load about fifteen minutes later, we were still so very exhausted. Wade came down just as we were finishing off that round, carrying a tray of a few things. The first thing he did was give us some drinks. He had a big glass with a straw to make it easier for us to drink, and we both shared from the same glass of whatever it was -hey, I already had his tainted sperm in me, what’s a little saliva on a straw? And then Wade told Big Ed to slowly ease his cock out of my hole. He unchained Big Ed so that he could get at my ass, and I thought he was going to fuck me -I knew he liked sliding into a cummy hole. But instead, he reached for a jar that was on the tray, and a something similar to a turkey baster. He shook the jar in front of my face, leering at me. “Know what this is?” he asked through a demonic grin. I nodded, knowing for sure that it was a jar of sperm. Whose sperm, I have no idea. “A friend of mine works for the CDC, and he snagged me a jar of their most lethal samples,” he began as he slowly inserted the tube into the jar and sucked it full of cum. “About 40 different men, from all over the world, with the most violent and lethal strains of HIV and AIDS they’ve ever come across.” My stomach was doing back flips listening to him and my heart was racing. Again I felt sweat forming on every inch of my skin, and my hole was spasming in anticipation. How could I want this? How could I be so turned on by this? But I was. Intensely. So much so that my cock literally fired off just from listening to him tell me what he was about to do to me. My entire both was wracked with spasms while he and Big Ed laughed at my body’s reaction. Then I felt Wade inserting the tube into my well stretched opening and pushed it deep, and then he plunged the entire contents into my guts. When he slowly eased it out, he instructed Big Ed to stick his dick in me again to hold it all in, and to fuck me slow to massage it into my ass walls and drive it deeper up into me. It felt heavenly to feel Big Ed slide into me again, my insides now so stretched by him, and so slick, that I couldn’t imagine anything in the world that felt better than what I was feeling now. As Wade walked back to in front of me to reload the baster, I could see that it had been coated not only with remnants of the men’s loads, but it was quite red. Not just pink. Red. Big Ed had clearly torn me up inside. And that thought turned me on even more! My dick jumped back to full attention, and Wade noticed. “Look at that fucking whore,” he laughed. “Horny again after seeing that you’re bleeding. Am I right?” he asked, to which I nodded. “There’s no getting away from any of this, buddy,” he whispered sexily in my ear. “You’re fucked. Might as well enjoy the ride.” I returned his gaze and replied, “I already am. Do anything you want to me. Anything at all.” His eyebrows shot up, clearly surprised that I’d accepted my role so completely. What the fuck else could I do at this point? I was obviously infected beyond help at this point, my hole was trashed and wrecked to shreds. And yet, somehow, I was still having the time of my life. Bring it ON! Wade added more cum to the baster, and then Big Ed pulled out of me long enough to have it injected into my destroyed rectum, only to re-enter me immediately after. They repeated this over and over until the jar of homicidal sperm was completely empty. My insides just felt soaked, sloshing, as my body shifted with each thrust of Big Ed’s fuck. He was clearly enjoying having such an eager hole to use. Wade hadn’t chained him up when he headed back upstairs, so now Big Ed was free to do with me whatever he wanted. He came around front of me and smiled, but it was a scary, intimidating smile. Evil, maybe. He leaned in really close until our noses were nearly touching, and growled, “You’re in for it now, bitch.”

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