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Here's a short quickie chapters. Sometimes a short quickie is all we need. Part 15 I didn't see Colt the next day or night. He told me he had several dates lined up as he hadn't been paying attention to his fans recently, blaming me of course, and there were a bunch of men waiting to use his teenage cumdump hole. I was surprised that I found myself to be a little jealous. Of course he had told me from the beginning he wouldn't be monogamous. And I wasn't jealous about other men fucking him, I was jealous because I wouldn't be there, I wouldn't be a part of it. I really enjoyed watching Colt get used. But I just had to accept that this is how it was going to be. I wouldn't always be there. I had smoked some weed to help me get my mind off of Colt and was able to drift off to sleep. At 3:30 in the morning I was woken up by Colt crawling into my bed. He had a key to our house, of course, and had snuck in. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked, startled to see him. "I missed you baby." He said kissing me. "And I'm horny as fuck!" "What do you mean? Didn't you just spend the day and night getting fucked?" I wanted to know. "Yes." He said. "17 loads in my cunt." He said taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. I could feel his caged cock under his jeans. He giggled. "I locked myself up this morning. I didn't want to cum all day. I only wanted to cum with you in my pussy." He quickly stripped and grabbed me, rubbing our naked bodies together. He reeked of sex and cum. "17 loads huh?" I asked. "You were certainly a busy little whore today." I said as my cock sprung to attention. "Uh-huh." He mumbled into my mouth as he kissed me. "But I want at least one more in me baby. Yours." He whispered into my ear. "You wanna add your load into daddy's fucked out pussy?" "Who you calling daddy?" I asked, taking the dominate role. "I only see a nasty pig boy slave who needs another man's big cock up in his slutty, sloppy hole." "Yes Sir!" Smiled Colt, assuming his role. "That's better whore. Now show me your nasty cunt. Show your Master your disgusting cumhole." I ordered him. He quickly complied , throwing his legs in the air and pulling out his buttplug. I salivated at the sight of his rosebud. He was gaping open and it shone a bright red in the lamplight. "Push it out whore. I want to see it!" He pushed and it looked like a little flower blooming as his insides pushed past his sphincter. Cum leaked out of it. I couldn't resist and planted my mouth on the bud before me. I sucked and nibbled on his intestines while he moaned in ecstasy. "Push out whore!" I ordered him. "I wanna see those nasty loads come out of your filthy pig hole." He didn't say a word as his hole pulsed and a big gob of cum poured out. I managed to catch it in my hand and I reached up and slapped Colt across the face with it. It splattered a bit and I rubbed it into his face and hair. Then I dove back down onto his hole. "Keep pushing it out!" I mumbled as I ate his hole. He pushed harder and I felt more of his insides pass my lips as cum flowed into my mouth. My cock throbbed as I took these strangers loads from my bitches used hole, took these loads from him that he had worked so hard for and was so proud of. When I felt I had taken from him all I could, I pulled my mouth off his hole and replaced it with my cock. I slid into his hot, velvety hole, groaning. I didn't know which I liked better, his tight hole when he hadn't been fucked recently, or his fucked out sloppy chute that he had just given up for anyone that wanted it. I liked them both. As I started fucking him, I spit all the jizz I had in my mouth right in the middle of his face, hitting him square on the nose. It splattered and some hit him in the eye, the rest running down his cheeks. "There's your precious loads." I growled, spitting on him a couple more times. "You are such a filthy whore you don't deserve to keep those loads inside you. They're where they belong, on your nasty pig slut face!" "Yes Sir!" He moaned as he licked off what he could reach around his mouth. "Look at you pig." I laughed. "So desperate for cum." "Yes Sir, I am!" He panted. "Well, here comes another one for you whore." I announced as I started pumping my load into Colt. I had been so horny all day thinking of Colt out getting fucked, and hadn't even jerked off. I had wanted to save it for him. So it only took a little bit of thrusting before I was shooting off. But that was ok. I had at least one more good load in me. Maybe two! My cock didn't even go soft and I was fucking Colt again. "Please Sir." He started begging. "Please what, slave boy?" I asked. "Please take the cage off Sir. I wanna cum so bad!" He whined. "Oh, do you?" I teased. "Does my little slave boy wanna cum? Does the pathic whore thinks he deserves it?" "Yes Sir. Oh please." He continued. "I was a good boy and saved my load for you Master. I wanted to come so bad all day, but I didn't." "Tell you what, slave. You can cum, but only with the cage on. And you had better cum before I do, because if you don't, you will wear it all week!" I snarled. "Yes Sir. Please fuck me real good and make your slave cum!" He begged me harder. I just looked at him and pulled out. He whimpered a bit at being empty and so horny. But I didn't leave him empty for long. Just long enough to grab some nipple clamps and attach them. Then I slid back in. "So, tell me about your day, whore. You took 17 loads, were they all from different men?" "No Sir." He panted. "14 men. 3 came twice." "Start from the beginning. Tell me about everyone." Colt began his story, telling me about every man he hooked up with today. There were all kinds. Old men, fat men, ugly men, and he spread his legs for each and everyone like a true cumdump. My dick throbbed in him as he told me about all their different cocks. Even though I hadn't been there to watch, just hearing him talk about it all got me so worked up. Listening to him tell me about what a whore he is brought me to the edge. "I'm getting close bitch. Are you ready to cum for Master?" I asked him. "I'm so close Sir! Oh God I'm close!" I pounded that special spot inside him that I knew so well. That perfect prostate spot. He started whimpering and moaning, and I doubled down on my thrusts to that spot. Soon he grabbed me and held me tight as his whole body started shaking. Then he started crying out, muffling his sounds into my shoulder as his caged cock erupted. I reached between our chests and grabbed the chain connecting the clamps and ripped them off. Colt let out a muffled scream of pain and that triggered my second orgasm. I buried myself in him and unloaded another huge load into his sloppy, jock cunt. After we had come down from our high, I made him lick my belly clean of his stickiness. Then I licked his belly clean and we kissed, savouring the taste of his sweet cum between us. "Can you remove the cage now?" He asked when we had finished. "Can I remove the cage what?" I corrected him. "Can you please remove the cage now, Sir?" He replied. I thought about it for a moment. "You know, I don't think so slave. I believe I have to get even for a certain very embarrassing hickey. You'll wear it all week after all." I decided. "Now shut up and go to sleep." I ordered him as I shut off the light, rolling over. "Yes Sir. Whatever you say, Sir." He replied softly as he snuggled into me, spooning. He placed his hand on my cock and held it as we drifted off. "I love you." He whispered in my ear before he started snoring.

I didn't want to start a profile on a hook-up website, this is going to be my last hurrah. So I opened up my email and went through all of the hook-ups I've had in the past when I was single or just dating. In a couple days I'm getting married to a beautiful woman, but in the past I loved to submit to men. I ended up sending about 6 emails to guys going years back. 2 married guys who weren't getting their needs met from their wife or husband, a few dominant guys into a more Dom-sub situation, and a couple anonymous hookups that fulfilled my need at the time. Basically who ever answers first will come over and top me since my future bride is away, the next time I see her will be down the aisle. It wasn't long until one of the anonymous hookups answered. "Address? is now ok", the email read. Straight and to the point just like a good anonymous hook up. The only reason I know this guys name is when I added his number it was connected to an "Omar". I know he has a big dick, is uncut, and can go multiple times. Honestly if I gave this night any thought I would've probably only emailed him. The last time he fucked me he came 5 times in about 2 hours, pissed on me and in my mouth, and then left. I immediately got to work cleaning myself out and using a toy or two so he wouldn't tear me a new one. Unfortunately this time he would no longer be an anonymous top, for my building you need keys to access the rooms and elevator. About an hour later Omar emailed me again. "How do I get in?" I put on loose shorts and a T-shirt and went downstairs. For the first time we met face to face, and hugged. He was tall for a Mexican guy, not fit but not fat either. We walked to my apartment and when we got inside he instructed me on how he wanted me. "Lay on your back with your head hanging off the bed. I'm going to fuck your throat first." I stripped and did as I was told. He pulled his shorts and underwear off, his cock bouncing like in a porn. He placed the tip of his cock at my lips and slowly entered. It was a struggle to not touch teeth, he's bigger than I remembered, and I remembered him as pretty darn big. My cock sprang to attention. I'm not really attracted to men but the kinkiness and sluttiness gets me excited. He got to work fucking slowly but deeply and making me gag, he went for a while, but I wasn't complaining. The idea is I'm his for tonight, then I'm hers for every night after. He started to pick up the pace, my mouth was getting tired and sore, my cock started to get soft as the throat fucking lost it's luster, I need to be fucked for real now. It's like he read my mind, "Get up, hands and knees ass at the edge of the bed." he instructed. I did quickly, "Finally here it comes" I thought. He spit on my crack, his saliva running down my crack to my ready hole, he pressed it in gently with his finger. His spit mixed well with the lube from my prepping and his finger sank in. He spit again, on my hole and then again on his cock. He slowly entered my ass, he got about half way in and then he started pumping slowly, it felt amazing but I couldn't wait for the whole thing. He added more spit and then pushed his cock in again, this time much further, his hips contacted my ass and he stayed for a second and moaned. "Did you-?" I asked "Number 1, yeah." he sighed and looked to the ceiling. He placed his hands on my ass and started to pump slowly and deeply almost all the way out but definitely all the way back in. I shuddered, he already came inside me, tonight is going to be great! he picked up the pace and soon was not only making a loud fucking noise as his hips bounced off my ass but making the bed creak and headboard hit the wall. He came loudly and deeply in my ass again, pulled out with a pop and laid on the bed. "Ride me reverse I wanna keep seeing this great ass." I backed up and grabbed his still very hard cock, and positioned it at my hole, I slowly bounced up and down, careful to not let it leave me ass. His hands explored my ass, and grabbed my hips and sides. We were both loving it. He sat up, wrapped his arm around me and grabbed my throat, bringing me backwards to lay on top of him. 1 hand held my throat, the other tightly gripped my balls. "I wish these were mine" he said giving my cock and balls a good tight shake. "Me too" I said in the heat of the moment. "My ass is yours" "Fucking right it is, it's so perfect, you're the best fuck I've had. You don't cum quickly like the gay bottoms I fuck." he said as he pumped deeper into me. "Take as much as you can get tonight, I get married in a couple days." "I wish you would get married with my cum inside you." "That'd be hot" With that he flipped us around, now laying on my stomach pinned to the bed, he grabbed my hair and fucked me harder than I've been fucked before. He came 2 more times in that position. He did as I suggested and took all he could get, a bunch of ass to mouth. Fucking all over my apartment and even once on the balcony. The dirty talk continued, making me tell him I love not only his cock but all cocks, getting fucked is my favorite. He finished the night as he finished our last hookup, pissing all over me and having me drink some before he kissed me, gave my cock and ball a squeeze and said, "If you decide to get fucked again, remember, that ass is mine." he got dressed and left. The wedding went great, and the honeymoon was typical. Lots of sex, lots of food, drinks and relaxing. We were gone two weeks. We came back on a Sunday, unhappy with the fact we have to go back to work the next day. We got into the apartment, "Want to christen the apartment?" I asked. My wife giggled and we kissed falling onto the bed, leaving our bags to deal with in the morning. After pretty normal vanilla sex, my phone buzzed. "Here we go, all the 'did you get home safe?' questions. 'How was the honeymoon?'" I thought to myself. I checked and it was a text from our landlord. "He congrats on getting married but your neighbor said you guys need to chill out a bit." "What? she's never complained before." I replied. "You have a new neighbor, might want to move your bed away from the wall or something." "What the..." I said out loud. "What?" my wife asked. "We have a new neighbor who apparently isn't fond of sex." "OMG they heard that!" "Fuck", I thought, Jess is so self conscious about the sound of us having sex, we basically only have sex at home or at a hotel when she knows her friends aren't in the next room. now she's going to start worrying about sex at home? We got ready for bed and didn't think another thing of it. A few days passed, we were both back to work. With covid coming to a close, Jess would be going back to the office, but I have always worked from home. She left for the day at 7am, it was a long commute to her office, she loved working from home for that reason alone. There was a knock on our front door, "Thats weird what's our landlord want" I muttered to myself. I put on a shirt and hat and went to the door opening it without checking through the hole. No one has knocked on our door other than the landlord in 2 years. And there standing in front of me was Omar. I practically dropped my coffee and my heart and mind started racing a mile a minute. "Wha- What uh. What are you doing here? How'd you get in?" "Hello neighbor, I brought you a house warming gift. Congrats on getting married, she's beautiful." he said, pulling a big bottle of what I assumed to be his piss out from behind him. "Let's chat." he said gesturing into my apartment. I stepped back and opened up allowing him into the apartment. He pressed the bottle of piss into my chest and walked to the couch. "Neighbor?" I asked. "Yup! on my way out from our wonderful night I saw there was a vacancy sign. my Lease was pretty much up and I've never lived next to such a perfect ass before." "That was going to be my last night doing anything with men. I'm married now." "Well now it doesn't have to be your last night. It can be any day I- we please" "But that's so risky, I don't want to ruin anything with Jess." "Oh is that your wife's name? I'll introduce myself, she's really pretty, but you have a better ass. Don't worry. She's the only woman in this complex that wears heels to work I've noticed. I'll know when she leaves. And we can set up precautions to make sure we never get caught. Don't you want to get fucked again?" "Y-yes but I-" "Then lets continue, that ass is mine, you said so. And you said you wished that cock and those balls were mine too remember?" My head drooped a bit, I do remember saying that. My cock jumped a little at the kinkiness of the whole deal. I nodded. "So your cock, balls, and holes are mine?" I nodded again, my cock straining in my shorts. "Say it" Omar said, rubbing the now rock hard cock in my shorts. "Tell me this is mine now" "My hole, cock and balls are yours now" I said head facing the coffee table with the bottle of piss on it. "Say it to me..." I looked Omar in the eyes and said it again. "My Cock, balls and ass are yours" "Not your wife's?" "No" "Good boy, let's drink to that." He went to the kitchen grabbed two glasses and filled his with water, poured his piss into my glass. "Cheers, So let's go over how I see this going. Don't worry, you can still have sex and a normal life with your wife." "Ok, what do you have in mind?" "1. My cum goes in your ass more than your cum goes into her." I nodded. "2. If she's not home, you're my human urinal" He poured more of his piss into my glass and continued. "3. I won't out you, but you're mine. Agreed?" "Agreed" "Don't sweat it we will have a lot of fun, and you'll have a normal life outside these two apartments. I'll be pushing the envelope but I promise I won't out you." He patted me on the knee, rubbed my cock, handed me the bottle of piss and said "If you want to take care of that hard-on, you know where to find me. That cums with me or with her only." He got up, and walked out the front door. I could barely work, I was nervous, I was excited, I was horny as fuck. a few hours of struggling to get any work done I sent him an email. "Free at lunch?" He emailed me back his phone number and replied "Yes come over."

One More for the Road I wandered around a bit and was about to give up and go home when I saw a guy at one of the hallway gloryholes. He was pressed firmly against it letting some cocksucker feast on his dick. He was a tall, skinny, dark skinned black guy that looked like he was in his early twenties. He blended into the dark hallway and I only saw him at the last second. His firm bubble butt stuck out and just invited a hand and fingers to explore it. He didn't mind as I rubbed over each hard mound or when my fingers slid into his crack. I kept this up for a minute before my finger pressed harder into his hole. He clenched down and said "Nah bruh... I don't do that shit." I chuckled since he sure wasn't objecting to me feelin his ass. I put my arm around his shoulder and said "No one's gonna know" as I peeled him off the wall and down the hallway into an empty room. His long thin dick was pointing straight out. The door clicked shut and he really didn't put up a fight as I bent him over the bed and crouched down. The moan he let out as I pried his ass apart and pushed my face in told me everything I needed to know. He was one of those guys that was all top in public but once no one could see loved a good hard dicking. My tongue dove in, working its way past the tight ring. I was getting him good and wet and by the way he kept winking the ring and pushing back I knew he was eager to feel a hard cock inside him. I knew it was going to be a tight fit, but with a little more spit that I pushed in, I stood up. He reached back with one hand and spread his ass open, proving how bad he needed it. Pulling my foreskin back, I nestled the exposed head into his pucker, dripped another gob down and pushed. "Fuuuuck dude... go easy" he cried out. My hand rubbed up his back until I could push his head into the stained mattress. I spit another gob onto the head of my dick as I let up and then jabbed in. These were the types of guys I loved to breed when I initially found out I was poz. Ready to take some stranger's dirty load in private and then eager to share their newly enhanced seed in public. I pulled back a bit and shoved in deeper, hearing him scream into the bed. "Damn bro... you really are fuckin tight" I growled before pulling back again and stuffing my dick in all the way. He let out another scream as I'm sure he thought I was ripping him in two. I gave him a while to get used to my cock buried deep inside of him. Once he stopped squirming, I figured he was ready. My hips started to roll with long strokes plowing in and out of him. A few minutes later, the screams and the escape attempts were gone, now he was whimpering and taking it. I'd drill him for a minute and then thrust in hard and hold it there. Do him like that again and then drive in faster. The whimpers changed to moans and I let go of his head and moved my hands to his hips. "Yeah, you like bein my bitch, don't ya" I grunted while grinding my hips on his ass. "Ooohhh gaawwdd... fuck... fuuucckk... fuuuccckkk" he moaned out. I even felt him push back as I thrust in a few times and while he may have not answered my question verbally, he did with his body. I knew he was ready to get bred. I moved my hand back so it wrapped around the back of his neck. He was in that perfect head down, ass up position and I could really drill him. The bed was squeaking and we both were grunting. Part of me wanted to keep fucking him and the other half wanted to dump my load inside his fertile hole. My balls made the decision since his hole felt too damn good. With my cock almost out, it sprayed viral jizz as it drove all the way in. The last few spurts shot deep into his guts with my hips pressing hard against that beautiful butt of his. I stood there for a few minutes, letting all of my load drip out and my cock sealing everything in. "Fuck bruh. Ya wrecked my azz" he said gasping as he laid on the dirty mattress. Chuckling, I said "Yeah I did. Maybe even knocked that hot ass up... Now ya can go out and pound some pussy" I said breathlessly. I wiped my dick off with my towel and slapped his ass before opening the door and slipping into the hallway. It had been less than twenty minutes between finding him getting sucked and walking out of the room, leaving him dipping my charged load out of a very trashed hole. I made my way back down to the locker room and changed back into my running gear. As I went to toss my towel in the bin I noticed the large number of blood stains on it and wondered who left more - RJ or the last guy. Walking out into the still warm night, I took an easy jog back home.

Part 1 Senator Davis lived next door to me. Or should I say the militant, racist, homophobic, Evangelical, far-right wing, ex-Marine, piece of shit senator Davis lived next door to me. He was a fairly high ranking member of the Republican party, and seemed to be moving further on up. And for 15 years, I've had to live next door to him. For 15 years I've had to put up with his glares and sneers and very obvious disdain of me. And I admit, in a weird way I kind of liked it. I liked that just my mere existence managed to rile him up. I mean, if he hated fags and Jews THAT much then he could move. But fuck him! I was here first! And I'll be damned if I was going to be the one chased out! After all, this had been my family home for three generations. As an only child, and the last in the line, it had naturally gone to me. So I claimed my territorial rights. He had, though, built a huge fence between our properties. Higher than the one that had previously existed. But that was fine with me, it just provided that much more privacy for not only my huge pool parties, (aka orgies) but also one of my hobbies, shooting porn. I had many hobbies, shooting porn was just one of them. I had been left a lot of family money, which I had wisely invested, (thank you Microsoft and Apple!) so I had never actually worked a real job a single day of my 50 years. And I looked pretty damn good for my age. Well, I could afford to. The best trainers and the best surgeons made me look easily 15 years younger than I was, despite the fact that I was poz. That, and I kept a youthful lifestyle. Youthful in the sense that I had always surrounded myself with beautiful young men. Money attracts that. I had learned early on that romantic relationships were just not for me. I would eventually get bored of whoever I was with, especially after they turned 22. So I kept it to houseboys, slaves, tricks, and the occasional whore. And I treated them very well. The houseboys at least, not so much the slaves, but then, that's why they were slaves. I always made sure the houseboys got a good education, so when I kicked them to the curb, they could at least support themselves. The slaves, I simply passed them along when I grew weary of them. I know lots of different people. If the Major only knew EVERYTHING that went on in my house his head would have exploded years ago. Ah yes, the Major. That's what I called the senator, because, well, that's what his son Chad calls him. Major, or Sir. I never once heard the kid call him dad. And I had observed their interactions for years. Every morning the Major and Chad would raise their American flag in their front yard and salut it before taking their morning run. Every evening Chad would play taps on a bugel as his father lowered and folded the flag. Oh Chad. Now, there was one of the finest young specimens I had ever laid eyes on. He was either the epitome of the perfect California boy, (even though we didn't live in California) or the ideal Hitler youth. Given that his dad is probably a Nazi, I'd go with the second analogy. He was probably 6'2" or 3, (certainly taller than his father) with golden blond hair that was shaved to stubble on the back and sides, but left a little longer on top with bangs that hung a little down his forehead over dazzling blue eyes that sparkled even brighter against his sun bronzed skin. His cute pug nose sat above a pair of thick, pink luscious lips. And his body was a work of art. Lean but solid muscle. He was a champion swimmer, having taken state in three different strokes, and he always kept it shaved totally smooth. How do I know this? Because years ago I had security cameras installed and one of them discreetly overlooked the Major's pool. Now, I'm not a total sicko, but I will admit I started spying on him with my laptop when he was 16. Many hours I spent watching as his dad made him swim laps over and over as he blew his whistle and screamed constantly at the kid, usually berating him. It wasn't till he was 18 that I REALLY starting taking a serious interest in the kid. I would zoom the camera in on his speedo covered body, admiring his firm pecs and tight stomach that had that perfect, amazing V that separated his abs from his hips and disappeared into his suit, practically pointing the way to what I'm sure had to be a gorgeous cock. I would salivate as he climbed out of the pool, wet, with his speedo's displaying a good sized bulge as the fabric strained against it. Of course, I eventually got to find out for sure about his cock as one day he had a young lady over. They frolicked together in the pool for a while, kissing, fondling each other before eventually climbing out and onto a pool chair. She laid down and it was at the perfect angle for me to see everything. She removed her top while he pulled down her bottoms. The he stripped out of his speedo and his glorious young cock sprung right up to attention. It was beautiful, I'm guessing about 9 inches, like my own, but not as fat. His was long and slender and curved into his belly. The girl giggled as he climbed between her legs, and like a typical teen boy, he just slid himself right into her. He wasted no time pumping his hips back and forth and I admired how his strong, white buttocks that contrasted so sharply against his bronzed skin clenched together each time he thrust into her. He fucked her hard and fast, as inexperienced boys do, and was soon throwing his head back with his mouth open as he filled the girl with his hot, young spunk. I emptied my own throbbing cock into the sucking mouth of my current houseboy as I imagined it was Chad between my legs, swallowing my load. It's funny how life can twist and turn. It was only one month later that I was sitting home alone one rainy night. Alone because my last houseboy had just had his 22nd birthday, so after a 15 man gangbang, he was gone. I was currently in between slaves, which was frankly an unusual position for me to be in. The doorbell rang, bringing me out of my daze of staring into the fire. I set my scotch down and answered it to see a soaking wet Chad standing before me. "I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Blum." An obviously drunk and very distraught Chad slurred at me. "But I'm kinda in a jam." "Well get in out of the rain!" I ordered him as I grabbed his elbow and he stumbled inside. "Get out of those wet clothes and I'll get you something dry to wear." I left him as he was peeling off his wet t-shirt. I returned with a robe, a nice thick terry cloth one. I was surprised to see that he was totally naked when I returned. He was obviously not shy. He had neatly folded his wet clothes and left them sitting by the door. I handed him the robe and grabbed his wet clothes. "I'll put these in the dryer. Go a head and have a seat by the fire. It'll warm you up." I returned to find him sitting on the floor in front of the fire, his knees pulled up to his chest and looking miserable. I poured a couple of fresh scotches and sat on the sofa. I patted the seat and said, "Come here Chad. Tell me what's going on." He sat next to me and I handed him a scotch. He sipped it while he looked anxious and upset. It took a while but finally he started talking. "The Major and I had it out tonight." He started, nervously. "I finally snapped, I couldn't take it anymore." I could sense the fear and anger in his eyes as he spoke. "Nothing is ever good enough for him. He wants me to attend Annapolis then go into the Marines like him. I have a 4.2 gpa, but it's not enough for him. 'You have to better chad.'" He said in a mocking voice. "'You have to try harder. Study more. Be faster, be stronger. Don't be a pussy, Chad! Be a fucking man, Chad!'" His voice was raising as he got angrier and angrier. Then he just exploded. "I HATE HIM!" He started shouting as he pounded his fist into one of my pillows over and over. "I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!" Then he broke down crying, great heaving sobs. I reached out and pulled him into me and he cried into my chest. "So what happened tonight to set you off?" I asked, after he had calmed down. "He was yelling at me, like usual, and I just kind of snapped." He said sniffing as he wiped away tears. He had gone from an angry young man to a sad little boy as he cuddled into my chest. "I told him fuck Annapolis, I didn't want to go there and I don't want to be a Marine. Then he grabbed the strap and came at me. I swung and nailed him in the head. He fell to the ground and I panicked. I grabbed a bottle from the liquor cabinet and took off. I was so freaked out that I left without even my wallet or keys. I had no money and no where to go, so I walked around in the rain and drank the bottle. Then I saw your light was still on so I thought maybe......I mean, my dad hates you, but I always thought you were nice, so I took a chance and rang your bell." "Well I'm glad you did Chad." I said as I softly stroked his head. "You shouldn't be out on a night like this with no where to go. So, you mentioned a strap. Has he used it on you before?" Chad just slowly nodded his head. "Often?" I continued. Again he nodded his head. I could feel my blood start to boil. "Did he do anything else to you?" "He would lock me in my room, sometimes without dinner if I didn't perform well enough on a test or a meet." "Anything else?" I asked. "He was constantly yelling at me. Telling me I was worthless, stupid, a waste of his sperm." This really got me angry. It's one thing to have a slave and abuse him, that's what they want after all, but what this kid went through, nobody should ever have to. Especially not a kid as good as Chad. "You wanna know something else?" He asked softly. "What's that?" "He's never hugged me. Ever. He says real men don't hug, only sissies. And real men don't show emotions." I held him tighter as he said this to me. "That's bullshit." I said. "Your dad is a class A piece of shit. Everyone needs hugs. Even real men." As I said this he started crying again. I held him tight until he stopped crying again. Then I let him go and reached for a little wooden box. "I have something I think you could use right now." I said as I opened the box and pulled out a joint. "You ever get high?" I asked him. "Oh God no, Sir. The Major would fucking KILL me." "Well, I think it's about time then. Fuck your dad. I think you should start doing things for you and not for him. This shit will make you feel real good. And I think you need to feel good right now." "Yes Sir, if you think so. I've always been curious." "Then it's settled." I said as I lit the lighter. "And none of this Sir shit. Call me Abe." "Yes Sir. I mean Abe. Sorry." "That's better." I said as I toked on the joint. Then I handed it to Chad. He took a big hit and immediately started a huge coughing fit. I just laughed. "Cough to get off." I said. "The first couple hits are the worst. Then you'll get the hang of it." By his 4th hit, he was barely coughing at all. Soon the joint was gone. "How do you feel?" I asked. "Good." He said giggling. Ah, I miss those days when getting stoned would give me the giggles. "Well I'm gonna make you feel real good." I said as I walked over to the credenza and pulled out a bong. After a few tips on it, Chad was flying high, is eyes red as red could be. He was laying back on the sofa and his robe had come open and his legs were spread. I don't even think he realized it, but I had a great view of his flat, smooth pecks and an even better view of his sweet, 18 year old cock sitting on top of a big pair of balls full of teenage spunk, all surrounded by his bushy blond pubes. My mouth watered. "Hey Abe," Chad began. "Can I tell you a secret?" "Of course, you can tell me anything." "Well, um, I'm pretty sure I'm gay." You could have blown me over right then and there. I was floored. "Well, what makes you think you're gay?" "When I look at guys, especially in the locker room, I get funny feelings. Feelings like I want to be with them, kiss them, touch them, especially their cocks." "But you've been with girls right?" I asked, knowing full well he had. "Maybe your bi?" "Yea, a few. But only cause I thought I was supposed to. But when I was fucking them, I was thinking about guys. So I don't think I'm bi." "But you've never been with a guy?" "No, never. But when I jerk off, I like to play with my butt. I put things up there. Carrots, cucumbers, hair brush handles, whatever I can find. It feels real good and I imagine it's one of the hot jocks from school fucking me." He giggled some more as his cock started to harden. "And can I tell you something else?" "Of course." "The main reason I came over here tonight is because I hoped you would be my first." My mouth went dry upon hearing this. I couldn't believe this hot fucking kid that I had been fantasizing about was asking me to fuck him. "Are you sure Chad? That's really want you want?" "Yes." He whispered. "Please Sir. I want it so bad. I want to throw it in the Major's face that his precious son is a faggot who takes it up the ass. Will you please take my virginity?" My head was swimming from what I was hearing. "Of course dear boy." I finally managed to say. "If that's what you really want, I'd be happy to." A big grin spread across his face as I stood up and took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. As soon as we got on the bed he grabbed me and started kissing me passionately. I grabbed the lube and started fingering his ass, stretching his boy hole in preparation of my fat 9". He must have played with his hole a lot because in no time I easily had three fingers sliding in and out of him while he moaned like a whore. I finally pulled off of him and sat up as he layed there panting like a bitch in heat. "So now I have something I have to tell you. I only fuck raw. No rubbers, ever. And I'm hiv+." He looked at me in silence for a moment. "You don't look sick." He finally said. "I thought aids made you look sick." "I don't have aids." I corrected him. "I have hiv. I've had it for 20 years. It's a totally manageable condition these days. Like diabetes. I take meds and I'm healthy." "That's so hot!" He said after a moment. "I want hiv. That would destroy the Major to know he has a faggot son who takes cock up the ass and is hiv+. Give it to me Sir. Please!" He begged. My dick throbbed as I listened to him beg. And I didn't even correct him for calling me Sir. I liked it in this context. "All right boy, if that's what you want." "I do Sir! I want it! I want to make the Major suffer!" "You know boy, you don't always catch it the first time. I may have to fuck your ass for weeks before you catch it. Or maybe I'll share your hot ass with my friends, and they can help infect you." "Yes Sir, whatever it takes! Just give it to me!" With that I lubed up my cock and lined it up against his hole. With a little push, my mushroom head popped past the kids sphincter. He cried out but I couldn't tell if it was in agony of ecstasy, so I just held it there for a moment. "Here," I said, placing a brown bottle under his nose. "Breath this in, it will help relax you. Deep breaths, and hold it until I tell you to release it." He did as he was told and soon had taken 6 large hits. "That's a good boy." I praised him. "You're doing so well." I could tell the poppers were doing their job as his face flushed a deep red and his eyes went out of focus. His hole heated up and loosened and I knew he was ready for it. Slid my entire length into him in one slow push, relishing the feeling of stretching his insides for the first time in his young life. He just groaned as my pubes rubbed against his anal ring. Then he let out a big sigh and grinned. This future poz kid was a natural born bottom. I placed his knees over my shoulders and held his thighs as I started fucking him. He just grunted and moaned as my cock worked it's magic on his prostate. I looked down on his beautiful face as little smiles accompanied his grunts. He was truly loving his first poz fuck. This kid was so hot I was already going to shoot my wad. I couldn't help it. "Are you ready?" I asked him. "Are you ready for your first load of poz cum in your bitch boy hole? Are you ready to take your first step in becoming a pozzed up whore?" "Do it!" He panted. "Give me your poz load! Make me a pozzed up whore! Fuck you Major! Look at your son now! Look at your faggot poz cock taking whore of a son now!" Just hearing him say that sent me over the edge. I grabbed his long thin cock and started jerking it. "Here it comes slut! Here comes your first poz load in your faggot whore pussy!" With that, I buried myself in him and let loose with my dirty cum. He let out a cry and his boy cock started spewing a huge load. His first two shots landed on his face, the rest coating his smooth, bronzed chest. The whiteness of his jizz contrasted nicely with his deep tan. He truly looked like a well fucked cum slut. As I scooped up his cum from his body and fed it to him, I said, "Oh boy, do I have some plans for you, you little poz cum slut." He just smiled at me. "I can't wait Sir."

It was a normal night. A hot, muggy Friday summer night, 11:00 PM. I was walking from my apartment to The Machine Shop, my favorite sleaze bar. A good night to have a few drinks, see some friends and fuck a hot cumdump or three. Suddenly, I heard noises from behind a dumpster in the alley I was pa. I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye and slowed down, pausing in front of the entrance to the alley. I listened more carefully and heard a moan and some panting. I stopped and listened more carefully and could hear someone whisper “breed me, dude. Give me your load.” The rhythmic slap slap got a little louder and the panting got faster and then the slap slap stopped and there was a grunt. Someone was getting what he asked for. A minute later a guy walked out from behind the dumpster zipping up his shorts. He was a handsome, bearded, middle aged dad-bod guy and he just smirked at me and laughed. “Pretty sure he won’t say no to another load.” He walked past me and out of sight. I went into the alley and behind the dumpster was quite a sight. A cute, short, very furry blonde boy with a buzz cut took his shorts, which were hanging from the dumpster, and was halfway to putting them on when he saw me. “You wanna fuck me too, man? $25 in my ass, $15 in my mouth. I take all loads. Raw only.” He stared at me, impassively, with big saucer eyes (somebody had clearly been partying) and stood there, waiting for an answer, holding his shorts. I don’t normally pay for sex. I don’t have to. I’m a pretty hot Daddy if I do say so myself, 45, 5’7, 200 lbs, solid muscle with some padding, covered in fur, trim beard, big hairy ass, and a big fat uncut cock that has the boys I like begging Daddy to fuck them. But this kid’s matter of fact demeanor and sexy face intrigued me, plus I have a hard time turning down a sloppy hole. I got a glimpse of his big ass covered in blonde fur, which is something that really turns me on. “Sure,” I said. “But not here. It smells and it’s hot. I just live a few blocks away. Come. Now, faggot.” I turned and left the alley without waiting to see if he was following me. I knew he would. He looked just a little desperate and I figured he could probably use a shower. He called out “hey, dude, wait up.” I stopped walking and waited for him to catch up to me. He wasn’t more than 5’3” but had a very large, sexy ass that looked like it could be plowed for hours. I intended to find out. We didn’t speak on the short walk back to my apartment. One of the reasons I chose the apartment was that it was a sleazier part of town and close to my favorite bar. I could dip out on a Wednesday night, have a beer, chat with friends, load up a cumdump with daddy issues and make it home in an hour if I wanted to. I opened the front door of the building and ushered my boy whore into the lobby. We walked past the security guard, Josh, who smirked. He was a hot beefy, young queer student who was usually sitting there studying physics or chemistry. He’d seen me walk in with enough sluts to know what was going on. Once in a while he and I hooked up after his shift was over at midnight. A couple of times I invited him up to my apartment to fuck some slut I brought home from the bar. He had a nice fat cock and a big ass that I loved eating while he was fucking some pig. He still hadn’t let me fuck him yet, but I knew it was just a matter of time. Josh smiled at the whore and he motioned to me to text him. I smiled and nodded. The boy and I entered the elevator. I could smell him from a few feet away. He didn’t smell sour, just a bit ripe from being outside and I could smell the cum that was slowly dripping down his leg and into his sock. We got off the elevator at my floor and I walked out without looking at the whore. I still hadn’t said anything to him since I ordered him to follow me. This was making him increasingly nervous and he started to try to make conversation. I cut him off and said “Stop talking now, boy.” I opened the apartment door and he abruptly stopped speaking and relaxed. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’m gonna fuck you. Then I’m gonna fuck you some more. Then we’ll see what happens. OK?” I smiled at him and motioned for him to come to me. Just inside the door, I pulled him close and started to kiss him on the mouth, first gently, then increasingly hard. I pulled away from him and slapped him across the face. He flinched and his cheek quickly reddened. “What’s your name, Sir?” “My name’s Jake. But you can call me Daddy or Sir if that turns you on. What’s your name, whore?” He smiled and said “Adam, sir. But you can call me whore if you want. It’s the truth and I love it.” “Good whore. Take off your clothes. Leave your jockstrap on. What’s in the bag?” “Just some supplies, Sir. It’s how I make a living.” Ah. The little whore also dealt drugs. This was going to be fun. “How old are you, boy?” “Just 20, Sir.” “Good. Daddy likes corrupting the youth of America.” He laughed and said “I’ve been corrupted for a few years now. I spent half of high school as the hockey and baseball teams cumdump.” I laughed along with him and reached around to his big furry ass. I could feel the cum dripping out of his hole. “How many tricks have you turned today?” “Four, plus the guy in the alley. They all bred my cunt. I saw some regulars this afternoon. I was on my way to the Machine Shop to have a few drinks and meet up with some friends.” “Good, faggot. Nice to know you’re already pre-lubed.” He slightly blushed and I led him to my spare room, set up as a playroom. I walked over to the small fridge and handed him a bottle of water. “Drink it, boy. Stay hydrated. How long you been partying?” “Just since noon, today.” “Good, let’s get you spun back up and put some more loads in your cunt, son. Sound like a plan?” He smiled and said “yes, SIR!,” and proceeded to pull a loaded pipe from a padded, zippered pouch in his bag. He heated up the bowl and took a huge hit off it. This boy was a pro. He motioned me over to take the shotgun. I pulled it in and we passed it back and forth before we did 5 or 6 more huge hits. I had already popped a Cialis so I would be able to keep fucking the boy as long as I wanted. After the last hit I shoved a fat buttplug in his cunt and sent the boy into the bathroom to shower, warning him not to let any of his tricks’ cum out of his ass. “I wanna eat some of that out of your cunt and definitely want to use it to lube up my cock” He grinned and said “yes, sir!” I showed him where the towels were and went back to the playroom, lowered the lights, turned some sleazy gang bang porn on the huge TV on the wall and heard my phone buzz. It was Josh, the security guard, texting me. “That boy is hot as fuck. Any chance you wanna share him?” I knew this was going to be good. Maybe this was my chance to get Josh spun and fuck him too. He was also pretty young, just 21 and finishing his college degree at the local university. He had played football and hockey in high school and had that beefy body they often did. He was about 5’8” and probably weighed around 180. Completely smooth except for his dark hairy legs and bush with a fat cut dick and a big ass that just begged for daddy cock. He thought he was a top. I planned on turning him into a switch. I had never partied with Josh before, but figured I’d offer it to him and see what he did. He could always say no or leave, his choice. But I had a feeling that once he saw Adam’s ass, his cock would be hard, tina or no. I looked at the time. It was 11:45 and Josh’s shift would be ending soon. I smiled and responded to his text “The boy is in the shower. Come up when you’re done. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll leave you a boner pill on the counter.” He just responded with a big happy face emoji. I walked out to the counter in the kitchen and left the yellow, oval shaped pill on the counter with a glass of water. My cock was rock hard, knowing I was about to get a twofer. T-15 minutes.

Since earlier this year, the US government has required that PREP be completely free for every insured person. This means that not only do you get the medication for $0 co-pay, but your doctor visits and tests are completely covered as well. There should be NO copays or additional costs for these visits. If there are, your insurance company is doing it wrong. This is how the rest of the world does it, but our obsession with "cost sharing" means that people have encountered cost barriers to care. This should go a long way toward reducing all of the barriers to taking PREP in the US. If this has already been covered, my apologies.

Part 6 – Craving the Gift Liam stood over Martin and James, deciding it was time to take the handsome young man for himself. Too many young guys struggled trying to take Liam’s cock. Liam had waited until his next conquest had been opened up and properly stretched so Liam could enjoy taking him. He’d taken lots of younger guys, most of them would-be models giving it up for a chance to network in the industry; too many of them were adequate at best, and failed to earn the gifts he had to share. James was going to be a rare treat. Intelligence, youth, and success on top of his incredible looks. He was someone who was used to controlling his situation and directing the outcome. Liam was about to take all of that away from James. “He’s coming for you,” Martin said into James’ ear. James watched as Liam took up position between his legs. Some small part of his mind was saying this was crazy — getting fucked out in public like this, surrounded by strangers, and someone he barely knew anything about preparing to take him. But the rest of him craved what was happening in a way he’d never felt before. Liam looked like a Norse god, his blonde hair blazing in the late afternoon sun, his lean, muscular body stretching up into the sky above James’ own athletic body. Liam was stroking his long, uncut cock, spreading lube up and down his shaft in preparation to take James. He felt like a mortal sacrifice awaiting his fate. Liam exuded confident energy and strength: James could only submit himself to Laim’s raw desire. He couldn’t resist. Wordlessly, his legs lifted, knowing this was the right thing to do. Liam grinned, looking down upon the athletically toned 20-something spread before him. The guy was half his age, his legs up and hole eagerly awaiting Liam’s pleasure. The blonde man leaned forward, his body’s weight hovering and then settling on top of James, pressing the younger man’s knees into his shoulders and exposing his freshly bred hole as Liam’s long, stiff cock began to seek it out on its own. He pressed his weight into James, the hot young man groaning in submission. The French-Canadian cock was like a long pole that he deliberately sank into the anxious younger man’s vulnerable hole. James groaned as the hefty cock filled him. He could feel it’s length going deeper than any of the others he’d taken this week. “oh yeah,” Liam exhaled, letting his cock rest inside the young piece of ass. “I can feel the other loads in you. You’re a little whore, aren’t you?” His accent sounded thicker than earlier and incredibly sexy. He flexed his cock, and James whimpered. “Your ass is pozzed now. You want an ass full of poz loads, don’t you, whore?” “Yes,” James said meekly. He was finding it impossible to take a full breath with Liam pressed on top of him. Liam began moving his cock, at first just a few long, deep strokes, but then he angled the strokes, stretching James’ athletic ass even wider than the other. James had never had an uncut cock inside him before; he could feel the hardness sliding in and out of its uncut sheath. It felt like a massage rather than the usual friction. James was instantly under Liam’s spell. “Uhhhhhh. Ah! Uhhhhh!” “Do you see the crowd around us? They all see what a whore you are. They want to see me breed you.” James felt a thrill surge through him. Everything Liam said was true. “Let them hear you moaning like a little whore.” Liam plunged his long cock into James’ slick hole. “UHHHH!” James didn’t have to try to be louder. His moans and groans were genuine as the powerful man used him. Liam shifted positions so he was kneeling on the blanket, James legs bent on either side of him. Both men’s physiques were fully displayed for the hungry crowd. Liam’s tall, slender body flexed as he drove his cock in and out of the man half his age. James’ athletically built body was laid bare for all eyes, his thick pecs heaved and glistened with sweat in the waning daylight, his toned legs wrapped on either side of the man pounding him. Liam rose up and backward onto his knees, gripping James’ ankles and spreading him wide. He plunged his long dick into his conquest, savoring the young man’s grunt as he was impaled, and then slowly pulled out, letting the head rest in the spasming sphincter muscle. Liam watched the head of his thick cock as it teased the hungry hole, plugging just the head in and out of the hole. Despite the pounding it was taking, Liam felt the young man’s sphincter closing around his cock with every stroke. “FUCK! Your ass is so hot! No wonder everyone in town is breeding it.” James wanted to say something, but that part of his brain had shut down. All he could do was moan, grunt and whimper as this god mounted and used him. Again and again he felt himself filled with the stiff tool that took his breath away, and the intense mingling of relief and desire whenever the long shaft pulled out. He’d never experienced anything like this before — used as a fuck toy outdoors in front of a crowd. He felt exhilarated! And he didn’t want it to end. Again he groaned, barely believing that he was the person making these noises, under the spell of this man who he’d only met a couple hours ago. “This is so hot to watch,” Martin whispered in his ear. “My husband’s cock is amazing, isn’t it?” Again James wanted to speak, but all that came out was a half-grunt and a nod as Liam impaled him again. Martin ran his hand over James’ sculpted pecs and abs, feeling the muscles ripple as the young man was fucked senseless in the dunes. James’ muscular legs were bent in the air as Liam pressed himself deep inside. Martin knew this was simply a conquest for Liam — he likely wouldn’t remember the much younger man’s name tomorrow, but he would relish having taken someone with such a hot body. “Hold his arms back,” Liam commanded Martin. James felt his arms pressed out to the sides, Martin’s strength holding him down, unable to do anything but accept the pounding from this blonde god. Martin was hard again watching James powerless between them. He wanted to kiss James deeply, but didn’t want to sacrifice hearing the younger man’s desperate moaning. “Uhhhhhh! Ah! Uhhhh!” Liam felt the last vestiges of control seep out of James’ body. He had him. Now it was time to finish his conquest and claim his prize. “You want my gift, don’t you, whore?” Liam said as he started to pick up the pace of his fucking. James moan as his ass was spread wider. He knew what was coming. He desperately wanted it. And all he could do now was moan for it. “Little whore is ready for this poz load.” Liam stretched forward again, his body covering James’ athletic body, pressing the young man into the blanket and the sandy dune beneath it. James was trapped and powerless. Liam was pounding deep into the upturned ass, his long strokes becoming shorter and more intense as the pressure in his balls began to build exponentially. At first James could feel the blonde god’s heavy balls slapping against his bare ass, but that sensation faded as Liam got closer to cumming, his balls drawing up tight as they prepared to release. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Liam’s head rocked backward even as he plunged downward into the hungry hole. He gave several primal grunts, marking each of the deep thrusts that he allowed to linger inside James’ ass. James felt the shock waves rocking Liam’s body as he began to pumping his pozzed jizz into him. He felt the thick cock spasming as it released a wave of cum. Liam grunted again, letting his cock slide deep up into James’ guts, extracting a groan from the young man who was feeling yet another load filling him. Liam’s body quaked as his muscle tension released. Conquests should be savored, and he looked into the freshly conquered boy’s eyes. There was total submission in James’ eyes; an acceptance of his fate as a cumdump. Liam stayed inside him, wanting to be certain that none of his seed escaped the little whore’s ass. He wanted to see him trek back across the dunes, a marked whore with the loads still inside his prime piece of ass. Martin leaned forward and kissed James passionately. Liam withdrew, rolling his weight back into a kneeling position. He admired his own glistened cock, covered with frothy cum. He stood up, gazing down on his conquest. James was laying there in the waning sunlight as a few guys in the crowd clapped before moving on. James couldn’t move and laid there breathing heavily. His body was exhausted while totally relishing the intense sexual experience. He could feel his stretched hole wet with lube and cum, and couldn’t imagine anything better. I watched for a couple moments longer as Martin caressed James, then turned away, leaving my cumdump boyfriend laying there in the dunes.

After the mini breakdown I decided to take a short vacation right away, the past weekend - 4/23 to 4/26. I booked the room at CCBC right away, they only had 2 left for the weekend. I've been to that resort before. It's clothing optional for gays. So it's a big cruising playground. I wanted to relax and escape from whatever is happening to me, mostly the feel of being tensed up and the lack of personal space. I can truly be myself at that place without any judgement. After a whole day driving I checked in and started feeling relaxed right away. When I'm in a hotel room I always feel safe, no judgements, and horny. Maybe because of the small space, and also it belongs to myself, and far away from my everyday life. To my surprise the indoor play area was still closed, but they set up a simple outdoor play ground with military theme. It has a sling, a few benches and a few chairs. I douched myself right away, and walked around with my clothes on, just looking at what was out there so I could feel more relaxing. ## Day 1 maybe around 10pm I went to the play area and saw the guy who was texting me on Scruff. I didn't know he had a nice dick, but then I saw it and I decided to give it a try. He fucked me on the bench and an audience was forming around us. After he finished in me, someone else just slides his dick in me again. I suddenly felt a sense of being the center of attention and I loved it. Several other guys also fucked me and bred me. After those crowd left it was time for me to relax too. # Day 2 There was a very hot white guy - he was wearing a black tank top and a pair of shorts, wearing a baseball cap, but he is in great shape, tall and strong. The first time I saw him I knew I wanted him. I tried several time to approach him but was ignored. I had sex with other guys and it was not bad. I wasn't chasing that guy any more. Around 11pm, I went to the play area and I just got on one bench ass up face down. After several minutes, an old guy came and started to play with my ass and he started fucking me too. Soon a crowd was formed around me and I was the center of attention again. Next time I looked back I saw that hottest guy was there too, and he was rubbing his dick. I was immediately more excited. Another guy came forward and bred me, I think I had 3-4 loads in me at that time. Then the hottest guy came to me and started fucking me! I was like "YES!!" and his dick is big! I didn't see it but I think it's at least 8 inches and thick. I inhaled some popper and I felt I was in heaven! I could feel all the load in my ass being pushed again and again by his big white cock. He even held me up and kissed me. While I was moaning he was talking to me like "take this cock baby" "yes right there baby" and it made me feel really good. Guys around me was cheering for that like “take that big fucking cock”. He fucked me for like 10 mins and came in me too. When he came everybody around us was cheering again. I was so happy. After that the crowd left and I went back to my room. Around 12am I logged on Grindr and started talking with a guy named "Hung Vers 8x6" and he came to my room. Damn his cock is gorgeous, and it's truly hung! I started sucking his cock and then riding it like crazy. But he then asked me to suck it again and came all over his chest. It's a shame that he didn't come in me. But then he asked me if he could invite his friend over to fuck me too. Of course! When his friend came over he left. And his friend took off the shorts and I was happy to see another big cock. But when it got harder and harder I realized it was the biggest and thickest cock I've seen. We fucked like crazy and he definitely knows how to use his big thick cock. I didn't want to cum but he made me anyway. After he pulled out I found a bit blood on the sheet. (and a bit poop because he fucked so hard). And then he said he should have brought his haler because he started suffering asthma. Damn I took it as a compliment for the sex, and for me. **On Sunday** it was a bit slow. Much slower than Saturday. There were two hot daddies walking around. One with a fucking big cock and I sucked it several times, but he had no desire of fucking an ass. He told me he’d like to cum in my mouth while I got fucked. Im fine with that lol. And another hot daddy wasn’t even naked and he was walking around a lot but never set eyes on me. But he watched a bit and was rubbing on his crotch while I was sucking on the daddy’s big white cock. Later on I went to the play area and got on a bench, ass up face down. After a while a crowd gathered around me and some one put a cock in my ass. The daddy came here too and he shoved his big cock in my mouth. I was being spit roasted and I was in heaven. I hit the popper hard and I felt I was just two holes to be used and that made me happy. The guy fucking me came and then another guy took his place, with a bigger cock. Soon after that the daddy fucking my mouth came too. I swallowed his cum. And another load in my ass after a few minutes. Then it got slow again. There was no one around the play area, and I finally overcame my shame and got on the sling. It felt interesting. 😉 After a while some guys came here and looked at me. Some of them didn’t even try I don’t know why. Maybe I’m too young for them or maybe they just wanted to watch. Finally someone came forward and started eating my ass. Oh it was a daddy type of guy I met at the pool who works for UC Berkeley. As he was eating and fucking me he said he’s been wanting my ass since he saw me around the pool for the whole day. I took it as a compliment 😂. Then some other guys came here and one guy had a big nice cock, maybe 7-7.5, and thick, big head. He fucked me like crazy and I loved it. The sling made it hit the right spot every time and I was going crazy. He dumped a load in me and his friend then fucked me and came in me in like 30 seconds. I happily took that load. He kept saying thank you to me haha. Another old guy came forward but he couldn’t keep hard. Then a couple of young guys came here, very hot and fit, one white one black, and they were just fucking each other , they didn’t fuck with other people which I really hated. They just wanted to put on a show and be a center of attention. While I enjoy being a center of attention too, I provide service and bring joy to others. I saw a daddy with very thick cock watching there. After that couple was done, he was looking at me and I signaled him to come. He moved slowly towards me and finally put his thick cock inside me. It felt really good and I can feel he almost came but he pulled out! Apparently he’s not ready to finish his day yet. The big cock guy then took his place and started fucking me again. And another load. And his friend then dumped another load, within 30 seconds again, and with a lot of “thank you” LOL. Then the big cock guy again started fucking me and it was hitting my spot every single stroke. My whole body started shaking and I couldn’t stop having organism from my ass. After several minutes of crazy feelings I finally shot a big load on myself. Damn. I needed a break. And I got off the sling and went back to my room. That was pretty much done for Sunday. After dark it got really cold and windy, I went to the play area and there wasn’t anybody I was interested in. Anyway that was a wild weekend and I loved it. I’ll definitely go back to CCBC again.

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Got bred by two different daddies in an adult theater (in San Diego) yesterday. Had a couple of guys watching and jacking. One shot his load and left, but the other one came over and let me suck it a while until he nutted in my mouth which sent Daddy #1 over the edge and he exploded in my ass. They both left and I was sitting on a chair backwards with my ass still hanging out when Daddy #2 walked in. He fingered my ass and as soon as he felt the cum dripping, he whipped it out and pumped his load into me. He really was fast and furious fuck, but he grunted LOUD when he shot in me! LOVED every minute of it! Rest of the day was pretty quiet. Managed to suck a couple guys off, but no more breeding. :-(

There’s a new guy at work, works in a different department in the building next to where I work. I see him from time to time and we’re always catching each other checking us out. We held gazes at each other to the point that the girl in the cubicle next to mine’s has noticed. But every time I approach, it’s all small talk and he quietly backs off. I’m persistent, though, as he’s very fuckable and has an adorable smile. He’s a real lanky, 6 ft something, light skinned black guy, late 20s, buzz cut, cute face in a Trevor Noah kind of way. Anyway, we bump into each other in a meeting and we get to talking afterwards, decide to meet up for drinks at a bistro near his place the next evening. Meet him there and we click, social lubrication helps a lot. He mentions that COVID put a crimp on his sex life, especially since he moved here mid-pandemic and hasn’t gotten laid since arriving. I tell him that I maybe able to help him with that. He grins and we walk back to his place. As soon as we step in the door, I undo his pants and yank in down. His semi hard cock leaps out of his boxer briefs and is already drooling precum. I squat down and push him against the wall while I get to work with my mouth, throat, and hands. After several minutes, we make our way to the bedroom and get naked. We get into 69 position and he tongues my hole and fingers it while I continue to deprive myself of air by gagging on his dick. I start to straddle him and ask if he has lube handy. He tells me that he does, but is afraid to fuck because he doesn’t have any condoms. I reply with that I’m cool going raw but he insists that he doesn’t wanna hit it bare. I shrug and tell him ok, and proceed to kinda ignore his dick, concentrating more on his balls and taint. I can tell he’s getting a lil frustrated and says, “Ahhhhh fuck it.” He pushes me on my stomach and mutters a half hearted “You’re clean, right?” but before I could even answer, I hear him rifle through this nightstand. He puts the nozzle of the lube bottle on my hole and gives it a few pumps. I massage it in me as he lubes his dick. He places his dick at the entrance of my boi-pussy and leans into it. I hear him gasp as he sinks in balls deep in less than a second, probably surprised at how it took little effort to get in me. He had some very decent meat on him, at least 8 inches, since he bottomed out in me with a couple of inches to spare. He starts pounding me hard, hitting the inside of my guts. I wanted to try and get him into the groove and slip into my s-curve but before I knew it, he blew his load deep in me. He slowed his pace but I swear it took him a full minute to unload his balls. He nut felt hot in my guts. He pushed his now semihard cock fully into me and collapsed. I think he past out for a bit and I just savored the feeling of his dick me me. I then start to feel him kissing and licking my neck and the pulse in his cock start to make him erect again. He got on his knees and grabbed me by my hips and pulled my ass up to his crotch. I kept my head down but arched my back. Again he fucked me hard and fast, his dick bottoming out with each thrust. We change positions, me on my back, and resume fucking. I grab the back of both my knees and pull it into my shoulders. Now he finally had the angle to slip into me balls deep. The new found sensation to go so deep drove him wild. Within a few minutes, he busted his second load in me. The look on his face was priceless: eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, mouth agape, uttering grunts and single syllable curse words. After a few moments, he unknotted his dick from me and fell on his back onto the bed. His breathing was hard and he glistened in sweat. I roll over, grab his still erect cock by the base, and proceed to give him an achingly slow blow job. He tries to push me off, probably because his dick is hypersensitive, but I lock my lips and stroke my tongue along the glans of his cock head. His body jerked and convulsed as I got his dick deeper down my throat as I played with and squeezed his balls. Within a minute, I was able to coax one last load out of him. I felt his cock spasm in my mouth but not much came out, a lot less than the cum that was leaking out of my hole and down my insides of my thighs. I knew he was fully spent and Incompletely drained his balls. He now comes by my office a lot more. He’ll even grab my ass or give me a kiss when (I hope) no one is looking. We’re supposed to hook up again this up coming weekend. Wondering if this is gonna be a regular thing.

1. Nathan I had volunteered to drive my nephew Greg cross-country to college. I thought the trip from Virginia to California would be a fun trip for the two of us. I lived near his university, so at the end of the drive, I'd be close to home. And, if we drove faster than we planned, he could stay with my partner Jason and myself until his move-in date for the dorms. But, I hadn't seen Greg in a year or so, and I hadn't realized what a hot young man he had grown into. We were only two days into our cross-country drive, and I was already on edge. The first day, I had been exhausted from the long flight the day before and the early start of driving. I hadn't even tried to get off. Then, starting this morning, I thought Greg had been teasing me every chance he had. He kept me right on edge. The morning had begun by him bouncing around the small hotel room in just his underwear, showing off his perfect bubble butt, and what looked like a massive cock. He insisted we get on the road without showering, saying there would be plenty of time in the evening. Throughout the day's drive, there were lingering touches, definitely longer than they needed to be. Without a shower, I could almost smell the hormones mixed in with the sweat coming off his body. When we checked into a motel, having made it to Texas, all I could think of was escaping into the shower, and getting off. If I didn't get some relief, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to control myself around Greg. I was thankful that he let me take the first shower. I grabbed some clean clothes and went into the bathroom, hoping my incipient erection wasn't too obvious. But, just as I had gotten the water adjusted and climbed in, even before I had started to deal with insistent throb between my legs, Greg opened the door, and walked in. "Fuck, I have to piss," he said. I heard a long stream of water, then the flush of the toilet. Even twenty years after my own college days, I still instinctively jumped back from the shower head, avoiding the scalding water. "Oh, sorry," Greg said, noticing me at the far end of the tub. He had already stipped down to his underwear and his fat cock hung down, still exposed. He stared at me a moment, through the shower curtain. "I don't remember that tattoo, Uncle," he said. I was immediately self-conscious. My partner Jason had suggested the tattoo. It was a belt of ammo around my thigh, still only partially completed. Each bullet had a name written on it, with a biohazard symbol next to the name. I wasn't at all ready to explain the symbolism to him; it was a dark and complex fetish that many people didn't understand. Greg didn't notice or didn't care about my discomfort, but quickly stepped out of his underwear and into the shower with me. He kneeled down in front of me, examining the tattoo. He ran his finger over the bullets, stopping at the second one, labelled "Jason Spencer." "Isn't that your Jason?" he asked, referring to my partner. "Yeah, it is," I said. As I answered, his hand stroked the inside of my thigh, right where the belt began. The name there was Alan Chase, the bullet was upside down. He let his arm drift up, the back of his hand touching my low-hanging balls. "That's a fucking hot tattoo," he said. "You want to see my tattoo?" he asked, seemingly unconcerned about the symbolism of my partner's name on a bullet. Nor did he appear to notice that my cock was getting hard as he touched my body. "Sure," I answered, not sure what else to say. I was trying to think about something else, anything else other than his hand rubbing against my balls. He stood up, then turned around and bent over, presenting me with his perfect ass. I could see the tattoo on his right ass cheek, two small interlocking male symbols. I knelt down, the water from the shower hitting my back. I ran my fingers over the ink, and felt the raised texture. The tattoo was clearly fresh, probably less than a month old. "You like it?" he asked. I noticed there was fear in his voice. He was taking a risk, unsure of what he was doing, and unsure how I would react. "It's nice," I said. Without thinking, I added, "Does your dad know?" I realized it was an ambiguous question: was I referring to the tattoo or the content of the tattoo. I wasn't sure if I even knew which I was asking. "No, he doesn't. I used a fake ID to get it done," Greg said. "And he definitely doesn't know what it's of," he continued. That close to his beautiful young ass, I had to restrain myself. The butt was crying out for me to pull apart his cheeks, gently lick his hole, and rub my goatee against his sensitive parts. But, there was a constant drumbeat: this was my brother's son. My Godson. No matter my desires, I needed at least to try to control myself. My cock didn't about my feeble attempts at restraint. It had decided much earlier that it needed hole, and Greg's hole in particular. It was responding to how close I was to what it demanded. I stood up, and turned to the stream of water, my back facing Greg. I needed to hide my erection from him. Greg stood up as well, wondering what was happening. "Something wrong, Uncle?" he asked. I turned to face him. As I turned, our cocks slapped against each other. Even without looking, I knew he was just as erect as was I. Greg felt it as well. He reached down and grabbed my shaft. "Or is something right?" "You're my nephew," I said. Like I was trapped in a bad porn film, I continued, "What would your dad say?" I laughed as soon as I said it. "God, that sounded like a bad porn film." "You're not in a bad porn film," Greg said. He kneeled down in front of me again. He ran his fingers over my tattoo again, tracing out the first bullet, the one that I knew belonged to Alan. "Your movies are fucking amazing. And my dad doesn't need to know anything: your movies, your tattoos, my tattoo, or our boners. At least not yet." He emphasized "our," reminding me that we were in this together. Fuck. He had seen the movies I had done. The symbolism of the tattoos wasn't a mystery for him. He knew exactly what turned me on, and he knew the buttons to push. I wondered if he hadn't planned the last two days all along. His hands were on my balls, and before I could do anything, his mouth was on my cock. "No," I protested, and tried to push him away. But his tongue was going over my cockhead, and my brain stopped working. By the time my hands reached his head, rather than pushing him away, I wrapped my hands around his head. I held him on my cock and started to push my hard shaft to the back of his mouth and down his throat. He needed no encouragement from me, swallowing my cock all the way. One of his hands dropped down, slowly stroking his cock, but I didn't care. I was lost in my own pleasure, trying hard not to shoot right then and there. I knew there were better, more dangerous places to shoot. I was sure that Greg knew what I wanted, but his desires were still unclear. I wasn't sure if he really knew what he was getting himself into. He knew full well what I was capable of doing to him, and hadn't hesitated at starting it off. But he was a horny teenager, looking for excitement and danger, unable to understand what it meant for the rest of his life. Finally, I pulled my cock out of his mouth. I immediately missed the warm, wet attention on my cock and forced myself not to shove it back in. I pulled Greg off his knees, and stared into his brown eyes. I said nothing, but just kissed him, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I didn't let him get his tongue into me: I had to let him know who was in control here. Our hard cocks were rubbing up against each other, making sure we were aroused. After a few minutes of lip-lock, I broke off. "Let's get out of the shower," I said. "I think we need to talk more. Maybe do more. Bed?" "I like that, Uncle Nate," he replied. "I think you need another bullet on your tat." I tried not to think about the implications of what he had just said. I turned off the shower, and we quickly dried off. He headed out of the bathroom, and I let my cock eagerly follow his ass. I grabbed some lube and poppers out of my bag, and put them on the bed table. Greg watched me; I wondered if he noticed that I didn't include any condoms in the supplies. I got on the bed. Greg jumped on top of me and let my cock slide between his legs. He leaned over and kissed me. This time I let his tongue slip into my mouth. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against his ass, just a small reminder of who was in control here. He seemed nervous about this, sometimes easing into my strokes, and other times pulling back. "You sure about this, Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I am." He paused. "As sure as I've been about anything, Uncle." "How much experience have you had? This isn't your first time, is it?" There was a hesitancy and nervousness that I couldn't quite figure out. I thought it was fear about what he was getting himself into, but, just as easily, it could have been simple inexperience. "First time as a bottom. And certainly the first time getting bred." He kissed me again. "I've always been a top before." "From what you've said, I guess you've seen some of my movies," I asked. "Only one. Infectious Fun," he said. "You've done more?" "Yeah, a few." "I didn't even know it was you when I downloaded it. I had only just met Jason when I downloaded it. But, fuck, I've shot so many loads, wishing I was Ben, getting fucked by you and Jason. Getting bred by the two of you" I remembered Infectious Fun. It was the first movie that Jason and I had done together, and my first movie ever. Together, with a few other tops, we had bred Ben over the course of a long, drug-fueled weekend. Ben, had gotten the flu less than four days later. He hadn't even made it to his twenty-first birthday. "You're sure of this?" I asked, one more time. "Yeah, I am." Greg rolled off of me, and grabbed my leg. He ran his fingers over the bullets. "Alan starts. Then Jason," he said, fingering the first and second bullet. "Ben's here," he said as he ran his finger over the third one, "Ben Moore," he repeated. "And so many more," he said as he ran over the numerous other names. "I want my name on here as well. Right here," he said, running his finger against the last bullet. He paused, staring directly at me. "But, are you willing to go forward with this, Uncle?" he asked. "I know what I want. But it has to be from you. From Jason." I didn't know. My brain was telling me to go slowly, go safely. This was my nephew; the son of my own brother. I sat up on the bed, shifting my position between Greg's legs. I had a responsibility to teach him, to mold him into a fine young man, to help him grow into an adult. But my cock had no doubts about what it needed to do. As I guided my dick between Greg's legs, and let it press up against his butt, I knew what it wanted. It wanted into Greg. It wanted in him raw, deep, and unprotected. It wanted to fuck Greg hard, shoot a thick, toxic load deep, and tag the boy permanently. Greg could tell I was struggling with the decision. "I want this. Badly," he said. His cock was hard as a rock, a drop of pre-cum already forming at the tip. "I think you do too," he said, grabbing my cock. "And I know your cock wants it," he said, stroking my shaft. Before I could say anything, he pulled me down and gave me a kiss. He was a surprisingly good kisser, tender and aggressive at the same time. "I need you to be the first one, Uncle Nate." Like an addict begging for another hit, the need in voice was obvious. Seeing him on his back, his legs wide open, inviting me in, I couldn't resist any longer. "I can't say no," I said as I moved in between his legs, putting them on my shoulders. "Forgive me," I said. I wasn't sure if I was asking for forgiveness from Greg or myself. "Forgiveness for what? For giving me I have been wanting from you for months, maybe years?" Greg asked. "Do what you know you want to do." I grabbed the lube, and poured some on my fingers. Slowly, I pressed them between Greg's firm ass cheeks, finding his virgin hole, and pushing into his innocent, young body. His hole was hot and tight, just as I knew it would be. He gasped as my finger entered him, but at the same time, he still was smiling widely. We stayed silent as I worked my index finger deeper into him, only his occasional moan breaking the silence. Greg must be have been able to hear my heart pounding, both excited and scared. But inside of him, I felt the same drumming: he was also aroused and terrified. Before, I had never really known who I was breeding. They were strangers who passed through my life. Some of them, like Jason, took up bigger roles after I had done my work. But Greg was different. I was about to infect my own flesh and blood. I had met him hours after he was born and there had been summers together, first with Alan, then with Jason. He was the closest thing I had to my own child, and I was his godfather. I was about to fuck him raw and shoot my poz cum into him. I was going to mark him and change him forever. In some ways, it was the logical next step in our deepening relationship. Before I changed my mind and ran away, I poured more lube on my hand, and worked a second finger into his hole. For a virgin, he was taking my fingers easily, opening up and letting me get in deep. "Ready, boy?" I asked. "Ready for the real thing?" "Please, Uncle," he said, softly. His cock was still hard, and there was a small pool of pre-cum on his flat stomach. I knew even if I had doubts about what I was going to do, Greg had none at all. I handed him the bottle of poppers, and as he did a hit, I dribbled a bit of lube on my shaft. He put down the brown bottle. I lined my cock up. Greg nodded at me, and I pushed my cockhead into him, feeling the warmth of his body envelop it. He grimaced slightly at my cock invading his body. Before I pushed in any further, I let him get used to me inside of him. "Doing ok, boy?" I asked. I slipped a bit more of my fat shaft into his tight hole. Somehow, calling him boy came completely naturally to me. Nothing was going to stop me from marking him as my own, and soon I'd be a part of his genes just as much as his "real" dad. Even more, he had picked me specifically for this honor, a conscious choice, not the choices of the fates that got him his father. "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I'm fine." he said. Even if it was uncomfortable for him, he was smiling. "Your cock is inside me. This is what I've been dreaming about for months now. And now it's real." I went slowly, letting him get used to my cock. I wasn't small, and if this was really his first time, he was probably in more discomfort than he was letting on. "More?" I asked. I wanted him to be in control of this fuck, at least for now. Later, there would be plenty of time for a more aggressive fuck. Next time, I'd work to give Greg what he seemed to want, but for now, I could overrule my cock, and go at Greg's pace. "Please, Uncle Nate," he said. I held his legs, and leaned in to kiss him. He stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring it. I shifted my weight slightly, pushing my cock deeper into his hole. He sighed for a moment, a hint of discomfort. "I'm good," he immediately said, noticing the concern on my face. "You're big," he said, smiling. "It feels amazing. But fuck, it's big." "This really your first time bottoming?" I asked. "Well, once before. A guy tried, but he wasn't as big as you. And he insisted on wearing a condom, even though he was neg." "And?" "It hurt. And I wasn't too into it." "This?" "What I always dreamed getting fucked would feel like." He was smiling, and I went in a little deeper. I was almost balls-deep in Greg, and he had taken it like a porn star stunt bottom. "Almost there, boy," I said. "Just a bit further." "Do it, Uncle," he said, "Put it all the way in me." I did, and there were still smiles from Greg. "All the way in," I said. "Ready for the pounding to begin, boy?" "Fuck yeah, Nate, give it to me." I leaned in again, letting our lips lock as I started to pump in and out of his tender ass. He reached down and put his finger next to his hole, feeling how he was stretched around my cock. "Raw," he said. I just nodded, enjoying the intimacy of the fuck. He moved his hand down, and grabbed my balls. Between the warm shower, and the massive load of cum in that had built up in them, they were hanging low. With each stroke into his ass that I took, they swung back and forth. "Full," he said. He was too engrossed with the sensations of getting fucked to say anything more than monosyllables. "And potent," I said. "You doing good?" He nodded his head, and I thought he was going to say something. I slowed down my strokes, letting him gather his thoughts. He opened his mouth again, but then stopped. I watched him carefully, drinking in his beauty at this moment. I was also a bit worried. This was now real, not just a jerk-off fantasy. When I came, it would be forever. He closed his eyes, still smiling, still feeling my balls. A few moments later, there was a single tear in each eye. "I'm scared," he finally said. "I don't want to get sick" Even before he finished talking, I had stopped fucking him. "Should I pull out?" I asked. I wanted to breed him, but I knew I had to respect his limits and desires. He grabbed onto my ass, forcing me back into his body, deep and hard. "NO," he said forcefully. "No matter what, don't stop. Don't pull out. I need you to cum in me." "But you're scared?" I asked. His eyes were red now, a steady stream of tears flowing. He nodded. again, then closed his eyes. His ass clenced around my cock, holding me in place, in place deep inside of him. "Yes, I'm scared," paused, and then continued, "But I'm also scared to go to college. I'm scared to leave home. I know I need to make this step. It's the fear that makes it exciting." He opened his eyes again. I could see the fear in them, but also the desire. There was nothing I could say. He knew what was happening, and what he was choosing. I just leaned in and licked off his tears, then kissed him. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. He seemed particularly vulnerable and delicate in that moment, and I wanted to let him know it was going to be alright. Moreover, my dark desires wanted to exploit that moment, because I knew he was an easy and willing target. "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "And I'm going to shoot my load in you. Ready?" My cock was throbbing, and my balls were swollen with cum. I had been on edge for so long, I couldn't hold back much longer. "Fuck yeah, I am, Uncle Nate. I want this so badly." He smiled at me. "Shoot it in me deep, and don't pull out." He pulled himself up against me, his ass pressing against my balls, my cock deep inside of him. "Infect me, Uncle. Please?" The words sent me over the edge and I couldn't hold back any longer. I pushed in deep, and let my cock take over. "I love you, nephew," I whispered into his ear. I grunted, and I felt the pulse of cum travel the length of my cock, spraying Greg's guts. "Take my sperm. Take my virus." My spurt was strong enough that even Greg felt it. "Damn," he said, his eyes widening. "More. Please," he said. I obliged, and several more volleys followed in quick succession. I could feel a pool of sperm accumulating inside of Greg. I knew it was going to slowly soak in to him and hopefully take over his body. "My pleasure, Greg," I said, another two spurts shaking my body and landing in his hole. Another slow spurt of sperm into him, and I knew that I was done. At least for this round. But I was still hard, and I didn't try to pull out. I wanted Greg to decide when he was ready. And I wanted to work my load into his hole. I just held him closely, kissing him. "Sorry I didn't last longer, boy," I said. "Your ass was just too perfect." He didn't reply directly. He just pulled me closer and kissed me for a bit. "Your balls drained now, Uncle?" he asked. "Hardly, Greg." We shifted slightly, my cock still connecting us. "And me?" he asked. "Is that it?" "For?" "Getting sick? Being infected?" "No. I'm on meds. It's going to take a lot more loads before one takes and you get converted. And even if this one fuck had worked, that's not a good reason to stop fucking you," I said, smiling. "Good," Greg said. "I enjoyed that. Next time though, I get to cum as well though." "Maybe. Or I keep you on edge for days, just like I've been for the past few days. But now, I think we need some food."

chapter 1. It all started on a day like any other. Woke up, took of my cpap, picked up my phone and cuddled my cat. Was relaxing and reading texts when a [deleted] message came through. >weredaddy< What’s up boy >bbslut< not much, just relaxing after waking up. You? >weredaddy< wishing I was balls deep in that cunt boy >bbslut< me too daddy. Wish I had you hard Poz cock in my ass >weredaddy< let me come knock you up like the cheating slut you are >bbslut< I wish daddy, but I’m trying to make things really work with this new BF. >weredaddy< he know you’re a chasing slut? Still responding to me on here? >bbslut< no daddy, I’m trying to resist those urges because I really like this guy. I’m sorry 😑 >weredaddy< fine boy. Im moving again and can’t take your sling with me, I won’t have room >bbslut< I can come get it or you could bring it here. Roommate’s at work >weredaddy< that’ll work boy. Text me your address and I’ll be there around lunchtime I texted him my address, then lay back, cock hard as a rock, and debating if I wanted to clean out and fuck myself with my favorite toy from fort troff or not. My phone buzzed and I saw weredaddy had sent me a clip… a clip of him fucking me, telling me he was pozzing me up, (when I was still on meds. that clinched it for me. I got up, walked in to the bathroom and set everything up to clean out, grabbing my poppers (Amsterdam is my favorite) and my new nipple clamps. I was feeling particularly subby today, so I put my tiny cock cage on, locked it, then put the key on the bathroom counter, and began the cleaning out process. it took a bit, and I surfed breedingZone like I usually do. Seeing all the hot Poz guys sharing their stories made my cock harden in the cage, with that delightful ache/pain happening, making my hole twitch. The water finally running clear as my hole was aching to get filled, so I lubed up my dildo, pressed play on the video of weredaddy fucking me, and then started huffing poppers as I teased my hole. As weredaddy was sliding in, I took in a big breath of poppers, held it, then exhaled as I impaled myself on my toy. Felt like maybe I scratched my hole, but the pressing on my prostate felt so good, pushing precum out of my locked cock, that I didn’t care. I began to bounce up and down on the toy, listening and watching weredaddy pounding my cunt, talking nasty to me, saying he was going to knock me up for the new year. Poz cocks and cum were what my slut hole deserved. Every time it got close to him breading me, I’d back it up to right where he enters my cunt, and let it play through again. lost in my popper haze and full cunt, my phone buzzed and I saw he’d messaged me. >weredaddy< hey cunt, I’m almost there. How’s my hole doing? I was shocked, not realizing so much time had passed, and jumped to my feet, letting the toy fall out of my hole to the floor. I quickly rinsed the lube off of my hands and body, dried off, and went to get dressed. I had just put on my red jock when the doorbell rang. I grabbed my mesh shorts, and ran down the stairs, not wanting to keep him waiting and have the neighbors see what he was bringing inside. I opened all the locks and let him in, dropping my shorts as he walked in, closing the gate and door on his way in. “oh, I see how it is cunt. Teasing me with what I can’t have when I’m bringing your sling back.” I blushed “I’m sorry Roger (weredaddy), I didn’t mean to do that. I got lost in some play time and didn’t have time to get dressed before you got here “ “Hmm. More like you didn’t want the neighbors to see this fucking heavy sling. Speaking of, take it boy” he said the last part with force, and I grabbed the straps without thinking. “all right, I’m gonna take it upstairs after you head out. Thanks for dropping it off roger.” ”nonsense. Let me help you set it up, it’s much easier with another set of hands!” Roger said, and while true, worrying since I was still just in my jock. “only setting it up roger, you’re not fucking me today!” “No worries slut. You won’t cheat, not my problem. I can respect a boundary “ I led the way upstairs to my room, showing him my new place, shooting the shit as we walked in. “should probably set it up here so it’s not as visible with the door open” I said, putting the bag down on the other side of my bed. “big space here” roger said, “shame no pozzing parties can happen here since you’re not fucking around” “yeah, but I think this guy could be the one, so I’d rather not bring this into the mix, yah know?” we unzipped the bag, and started setting up the sling. Lots of the fiddle bits were def easier with him there, and it didn’t take much time until it was ready. “thank, was much easier with you here roger.” ”no problems cunt.” He said, “want to hop in and take some photos for your new man?” ”he’s not really into sexting and all, so probably not, but thanks for asking” I said with a laugh. “why not take them anyway? See if maybe he’s into it?” “only pictures?” ”only pictures, scouts honor” I realized that I still had the cage on, so left my jock on and backed Into the sling, lifting my legs and roger helped me get situated. “perfect”, he whispered, looking at me in the sling like a piece of meat in front of a starving man. “Want me to take your jock off?” I blushed. “No, have my cage on and wouldn’t want to freak him out. It’s not too visible here, is it?” ”oh no, you’re good” roger said as he picked up my phone and started taking pics. “Are you okay, you look uncomfortable? “umm, I’m okay. Just feeling the horny still from earlier and this isn’t helping lol. Plus this light in my eyes “got anything for me to cover them up with?” He asked, and I directed him to the top drawer of my dresser where my hankies were. He covered my eyes, then started taking pics again. I felt a heat against my hole, and realized he’d gotten close to my ass, because I could feel his breath “What are you doing roger?” “just trying to get a good photo of those puffy cunt lips. You sure you haven’t been fucked cause it sure looks like it!” “just my toy roger. Long distance is a bitch, but toys work just fine” he got silent and I heard my photo camera click again. “Want me to pound your hole with your toy?” I thought about it, and it was hot. Being blindfolded in my sling, cock locked, with my former friend with benefits stretching my hole. “sure, just start off gently please I know how you can get. And bring the poppers!” he grunted okay, then went into the bathroom for lube, poppers, and my toy. He helped my part my cheeks, gave me the poppers and started lubing my hole with his fingers. I felt that was a gray area since he wasn’t fucking me for real, and let it slide. I felt the tip of the toy poking my cunt lips, and started huffing poppers, letting it stretch me open good. roger started talking dirty to me, presumably filming now. “Oh yeah boy, like that nice thick Poz cock in your hole? Feeling it stretch you open good?” I couldn’t help myself “oh fuck yeah daddy. Stretch my hole, rip it open and let your Poz cock go balls deep!” I reached down, and was able to feel the plastic of the toy in my ass, and then started huffing poppers again. roger pulled the toy out to add more lube, instructing me to take 4 sniffs of the poppers, and hold on the last one. When I let my breath out, he slammed the toy in balls deep, and I moaned in pain and pleasure. He started pushing it in and pulling out, changing the speed and angle” ”look at your tiny clit boy,” roger said “leaking knowing it’s useless and neg, and glad your unprotected hole is being filled with a toxic Poz cock like it should be.” his talk was turning me on, and I was feeling something new… a handfree orgasm coming on. “fuck daddy, knock me up and make me Poz like you. Give me your toxic cum daddy, I need it “ I started moaning, tweaking my nipples and feeling the toy hitting the right spots. “oh boy, you are gonna get what you asked for. Yeah, you’re gonna get that Poz cum,” he exclaimed, and all of a sudden, As I was sniffing the poppers, he ripped the blindfold off and I could in the mirror above, the toy oh the floor, his bare cock pounding my cunt hard, and my phone recording in his hand. He growled, then shouted “aww finally,” and then he pounded deep and started cumming in my ass. Before I could protest, the poppers hit me, and his cock pounding my prostate made me cum as well, shooting out of my caged cock towards my hole. he slowly fucked his load in and out of me as I came hard from a few hours of playing with my hole earlier, and then It all came crashing down. “goddamnit roger! I’m not on meds, and I’m in a relationship! I told you I didn’t want to cheat on him!” I started trying to get loose, and he pushed me down, reaching behind me to hanging cuffs I hadn’t seen and cuffed my hands to the sling. I struggled to get my feet free, but he then tied my feet into the supports “yeah, I’m not feeling that journey for you slut. I like that hole, I like fucking and breeding it, and I’m gonna keep doing that until you get pozzed up” he said, taking off the rest of his clothes. “Speaking off…” his voice trailed off as he went into the bathroom. I heard drawers open and close, then an “ah ha!” he walked back to me, holding two familiar bottles. “You said you stopped prep boy, but here I find two bottles, one not even opened! Why hold on to these? I should help you” he turned back around as I kept struggling to somehow get free, and I heard something falling into water, then a flush. “There, takes care of that pesky prep, doesn’t it??,” and I realized he’d flushed it all. “now, I’m feeling horny again, so either popperup or this may hurt.” he walked to me, hard cock in hand, and I knew I was fucked. ~~ let me know if you want more ~~

"delicious" caitlin sighed as she tugged at her waistband, adjusting her panties as Dylans warm load greased her juicy lips. She loved the luscious feel of his full virgin load in her twat, and as he followed her down the narrow stairs with the familiar look of a boy who just felt his first raw pussy she smirked. she couldnt help but admire how obedient boys became when they were inside her. some girls make such a fuss about safe sex but boys were just simpler. pull out the cock, give it a few strokes and slowly explain to them just how good it will feel when theyre inside. Caitlins tried and true method was to work the shaft with one hand and assertively massage the balls in her other, eliciting her full command presence over her preys genitals, purring and coaxing them gently into submission, into consent. once the first heavenly pearl of precum slipped from the cockhead, she found smearing it generously about the head and glans only served to produce more and more. Some boys lasted longer than others, but like a kitchen timer once the first low moan or heavy sigh slipped from their lips she knew they were ready. Caitlin relished the opportunity to re-educate the virgin boy. invalidating years of formal sex-ed in favor of her simple assertive command to breed raw and deep, Caitlin knew this was how he would choose to fuck from now on. rounding the corner she saw Lucy, passed out and sprawled. Had she really used that much G? she couldnt remember. it was about the right dose for herself, but Lucy was a little smaller. then again Caitlin partied regularly and judging by the crowd, she assumed no one else here really did. reaching back and gripping Dylans leaking prick through his jeans she smiled, "youd better get some popcorn ready champ." Dylan had forgotten entirely about his other task and scampered back up the stairs as Caitlin continued to make her way to the party girl. "lucy...." she cooed, gently cuddling next to her. "youre such a pretty girl lucy" she remarked absentmindedly as she slid the girls top up and over her tits, exposing them like little pink candies for her to play with. "such perky little tits for a perky little girl...."she whispered, as her hand slid down to unbutton the girls white jean shorts. it took some determination, but with effort Caitlin eventually managed to slide both her shorts and panties down and off one leg. "i normally start with these pretty lips here..." caitlin dipped a finger into her gooey snatch and traced it around the girls pouty lips. "but ive been dying to taste your honey all night...." Caitlin circled her sticky fingers against lucys clit over and over before easing down between the girls legs and spreading her pussy. Just as Dylans shadow fell across her perfect treat she began slurping and sucking away. The boy was speechless as he watched Caitlin devour his girlfriends sex over and over. He had never seen two girls this intimately, and the sight unfolding was more than enough to make him rock hard as the teen began to rouse. "she tastes so sweet Dylan" Caitlin whispered, her mouth soaked with juices as stood to meet his lips. "taste her with me Dylan..." she pushed her lips to the boys mouth as he obediently began to kiss her. "off" she whispered as she began stripping the boy nude. "good boy dylan..." she soothed, pulling him by the cock closer between Lucys legs. "its fun to watch pretty girls sucking pussy isnt it? makes your big cock nice and hard.." Dylan just nodded as caitlin "just look at her Dylan, shes so peaceful...so wet....she should have some fun with us too...wouldnt that feel nice?" Caitlin tugged at the boys cock, slowly guiding the mushroom tip to rest at her mons as she smeared the boys hot cockhead against her sex. "lucy baby....rise and shine..." Caitlin pinched and sucked at the girls nipples until each seemed to sparkle on its own in the flickering movie light and she began to stir. the contact from Caitlins roaming hands and Dylans plump purple knob teased a hot sigh from her pouty lips as her confused gaze found Caitlins reassuring smile. "its okay baby, were right here and youre nice and safe. Dylan and me, well, we thought such a big night called for a celebration. do you want to celebrate?" Lucy looked downward at the bulbous unprotected head and as it squeezed against her clit, began to protest. "i-i could get pregnant" she stammered in haste as Caitlin continued her ministrations on the teens messy sex. "oh you silly girl you cant get pregnant from just a little sex you gotta do it a lot. besides havent you ever felt it raw?" Caitlin dipped her fingers into the girl and returned to pumping her boyfriend as she groaned in appreciation. "see? that was just a few little fingers. Dylans cock would make you feel so good...dont you think so?" Caitlin waited for the girl to respond as she began tracing the cock up and down her lips and dylan instinctually began to push. "there we go. see what i mean? feel yourself opening up for that head...your doing so good..." Caitlin shifted her hand to the small of Dylans back and with light pressure, guided the two youths together until she had taken him completely. "there you go, i knew you could do it. Now you just lay right back...and let that big cock fuck..." Caitlin eased back down to suck at Lucys perky pink tits as she sank down, relaxed her legs, and surrendered to dylans unprotected leaking cock as it gently filled her over and over. Caitlin rested her head on Lucys chest, as she had with so many other pretty girls, listening to her heart pound in her chest as the cock would pound in her cunt, each keeping a sensual rhythm as the two teens fucked without a care in the world. "you know..." caitlin lazily remarked as she reached down to stroke Lucys inviting pink clit, "its really just healthier to fuck this way. Dylans dick is just so big, it needs space to really work inside you. and it feels so much nicer when he doesnt have a condom on dont you think?" Lucy groaned in admission as Dylans bare cockhead kissed her cervix once again. her whole body felt on fire with each stroke as her cunt milked and flexed around the slender teens powerful organ. "thats what i thought girl. you should stop denying yourself and let him inside you bare more often." Dylan pulled back panting as he looked down at lucys slender frame, glowing with sweat. "i gotta stop or ill cum soon..." Caitlin frowned as she reached for the boys dripping cockhead and tugged him back against Lucys slippery cunt. "Dylan we talked about this. When you need to cum dont fight, just cum deep in the pussy. its not healthy to stop like this when youre so close." As if on cue, Dylan remembered her lecture and slipped his tool back into lucy without a second thought. "youre going to love this next part...being filled up is just heaven. all his warm cream just coats every inch of you, and its all yours..." Caitlin whispered as dylan slowed and with a yelp, pushed firmly against the teen to deposit his seed. "thats my boy, just like that!" caitlin beamed, stroking his back as his balls drained spurt after spurt of seed into his girlfriend. Caitlin watched as the two stared into eachothers eyes while the final drops of the boys seed emptied. "see?" caitlin inquisitioned the two lovers as Lucy nodded with a light smile. "being full of jizz is the best and best of all you you can pretty much do it whenever, you dont get pregnant THAT easy...i fuck whenever and wherever I want and i do it raw." Caitlin made sure to bless the occasion with her authority on just how safe and fun it was to take a thick bare cock as she made her way to the fountain for more drinks. getting to suck such delicious teen pussy was all she wanted, but coaxing these two into a nice bareback fuck was icing on the cake.

Part 3 – Making it home, safe Ben made it back home early Monday morning. Carlos drove him back, wrapped in the soiled bedsheet. No words were exchanged, but Carlos had helped Ben climbing the stair to his apartment and made sure he would be okay. A real gentleman. Ben nodded back as he entered the bathroom and closed the door. After his shower with Jeremy, Ben was forced to fuck-cuddled him on the couch. Carlos had came back and fucked him again. It didn’t hurt as much as the first time. In fact, Carlos fucked him like a lover. Passionately, as rape can be. It was a long, very long love fuck. Carlos was pulling out completely until the warm piercing was grazing the bloody asslips, before worming its way back, spreading his toxic precum in the now accommodating gut. Ben had gotten hard to his dismay, even came close to come, but the purpose of the fuck was not to be for his pleasure. It all started when Carlos came down to grab a bite and opened a new bottle of tequila. Jeremy had fall asleep with his cock in Ben’s ass and was now lightly snoring. With a fat finger, Carlos picked his bruised upper lips, prying his mouth to open, inserting the neck of the bottle. The vodka flowed in. Ben woke up to the excruciating burning sensation where his tongue was pierced. “Good, you are awake” Carlos said. Ben was only able to open one eye and saw the imposing mass standing above him. As Carlos relentlessly kept the bottle upward, Ben had to swallow large gulps or to drowned. “Now suck” The bottle removed was replaced by something larger, his cock. Ben was so tired, that he only suckled the head, Carlos' prince albert playing with the Ben's tongue-piercing. He must of like it because Carlos didn’t force his cock further. “Good faggot girl” he said. He pulled out his cock and the bottle was back at Ben’s mouth before feeding him his cock a second time. Carlos had let the vodka bottle fall to the ground. Empty. He grabbed Ben’s hair and forced him down to the mattress, dislodging him from Jeremy. Ben farted and something wet came out. Cum? Spit? Runny shit? Blood? Carlos didn’t care. He inserted his massive weapon like a spear in a soft pulpit. The fuck started. Ben was staring at himself in the mirror. He was a total mess. Dimitri had assured him that all will be fine, and no permanent physical harm was done to him. Dimitri. What a twisted sadistic fuck. While Carlos was “loving” him, Dimitri came down and went directly to the couch, flipped Jeremy on his stomach to impale him in one fluid plunge, and start fucking him like a possessed man. From my position on the floor, Ben was at the first row of this new raping. Rape? Jeremy barely grunted. It was more like a moan, an invitation for Dimitri to assault him more. Jeremy was pushing back his ass to meet Dimitri’s thrusts. Dimitri turned his head and was looking directly at Ben, with his cruel smile, and mouthed to him “You’re next!”. Carlos had given Ben another poz load in a sensual back-and-forth movement. A lot of the cum spilled out of my ass, but a patient Carlos took the time to put it back in Ben’s ass, one finger at the time, before making him clean the cum-coated fingers. Battered, Ben wondered when this ordeal would be over. It turned out that Dimitri wasn’t ready to fuck again so soon. "Thanks god!" he thought back then, he would get some rest and his ass some reprieve. None of this was meant to be... a sad Ben recalled, the scenario played in his head/ After his fuck with Jeremy, Dimitri brought his face down and spitted once in my good eye. “Open” he said, forcing his fingers on my jaw. My mouth was barely open expecting him to spit again. Instead, with a disgusting sound, he cleared his throat and with two fingers he forced my mouth wide-open and with his other hand spread my eyelids for me to see. He then let the thick viscous substance run out of his mouth. The sticky drop at start was getting bigger and starting to dribble down… My stomach was upset with all the vodka I was forced to ingest, now this was almost too much and I felt really sick. Oh fuck! the drip had reached my tongue and was slowly leaking toward my tonsils when a dark green slimy phlegm mass spilled out abruptly, following the sticky string path and dropped rapidly right in my throat. Dimitri hurried to close my mouth with his hand over, smiling at me. “If you vomit, cunt, I will have you lick it up. Now swallow like the filthy slut you are” he threatened me. I obeyed. “Good girl” Dimitri leaned down and kissed me with a lot of tongue and saliva and then went away somewhere in the apartment. With some of my unbroken fingers, I was trying to wipe the spit remnants from my eye when I heard Jeremy heaving loudly. A forceful jet of cum hit my nose and forehead, a second one right over my eye. Jeremy fed me his third and fourth loads by forcing his cock down to my uvula, making me gag dangerously close to vomit. “Fuck, that felt good, faggot. You will have to teach some of this to your girlfriend, if she still want you” Jeremy said walking toward the stairs. “I’ll say hi for you” he laughed before disappearing. I sobbed quietly. No sooner than later, Dimitri was back. Now he was straddling me, knees at chest level, his heavy balls resting on my torso, his pale cock with dark blue veins and its moist cockhead was pulsing only inches from my chin. “Don’t be sad, faggot, you weren’t meant for her anyway. Oh! Oh!.... mister faggot is angry again at me…” Dimitri was back in his sarcasm mode. “It’s not my fault if you are a closeted homo. One might tell that you don’t look like one, but we both know now that inside you, you are a truly a dick craving faggot and cum-gobbler. Anyway, I doubt that if we give you a pussy, you wouldn’t be able to show us how to use it…” Ben had his eye looking back at his reflection in the mirror. A large-gauge pink ring was going through his nose septum. His nose was all bruised from the punch he got and from savage piercing that Dimitri had performed. Dimitri. He was a fucking depraved ruthless asshole. Ben had cried – as much he was able to, beg as much as his hoarse voice allowed it, fight with the little strength he had left, and at the end he pissed himself like a 10-year old wetting his bed, that is to say, with great shame. While laughing at it, Dimitri had force what appears to be a nail in his nose, twisting it to make a passage for the infamous ring. This small episode lasted a good half hour and left him, beside this “nice present”, with a painful collarbone due the pressure from Dimitri’s knee to keep it down; his balls smashed cruelly as Dimitri started to knee-punch him repeatedly to “calm” down his hysteric breakdown; with another finger broken and another already broken finger in a reverse-twisting. Then Dimitri fucked him for almost another hour. Nope, it was not a vanilla fuck between lovers. Dimitri had furiously fucked him. Dimitri made sure to use and abuse every part of his body. At some point, while Dimitri was pounding Ben, they both heard something snap, the pain causing Ben to tighten his ass, strangling Dimitri’s cock , forcing him to make a pause before fucking him again with more vigor. “Yeah faggot, like that… I knew I’d get the slut out of you… fuck” he growled Dimitri had dumped his load in his chute along with the others before shoving the dirty cock in his mouth. “A good faggot always clean the a man's cock.” A despaired Ben, head in his hands, was hearing these words resonating in his head, followed by the laugh of Dimitri. Dimitri. Ben cried from exhaustion and pain as he slowly removed needles that Dimitri had put back in his nuts, cock and tits. It took him a lot of courage to move the ring around in his nose in order to remove it. He tried to remove the tongue piercing, but it was too slippery, and his few functioning fingers were not able to grab it properly. He would sleep with it and find a solution tomorrow. He wrapped his damaged fingers, straightening them up as best he can. He opted for a quick shower as he needed to get some rest. Yes, Ben made it back home, and it was still early Monday morning when he stepped out of the shower. He looked at himself a last time, a very swollen and villain-purple eye taunt him with contempt in the mirror. Total fucking mess. Sigh. He headed to his bedroom where a naked Carlos was waiting for him, already stroking his hard poz cock.

About a month or two later I got a text from Javier that said "hey wanted to let you know I tested poz, THANK YOU :-)" I replied back how do you feel? he replied back I feel free and liberated. I then asked him did you share it with Bradley? I waited and nothing came back, I guess that was the wrong thing to ask....Later that evening as Rick and I were relaxing watching a good movie I got a text. Rick looked at me and said it can wait. So I put the phone down and we enjoyed the movie. After the movie as we were heading to bed I picked up my phone and read the text it was from Javier "hey sorry I got busy at work, after you guys left Bradley begged me to fuck him and poz him. So we've been fucking bare almost every night...I replied back WOW, I thought you were more bottom...Javier replied back yea funny thing is I am but ever since then I have been feeling more of a top now and topping Bradley and shooting my poz load in his neg ass...

I am in chastity almost 100% of the time. I take it off a couple of times a week to shower. My clit has become such a beautiful little nub that I’m afraid to keep my devise off for any length of time for fear that it will get bigger or even worse erect! To answer the main question on this topic, I feel it definitely has made a big difference in how I am bred. First your pussy is hungry all of the time. It hardly goes away. This has caused me to lower my standards and let any man breed me that is willing. It also really helps define the male sub roles. To my fortune I have learned how to orgasm without touching myself, but my ultimate goal while my man is in rut is to please him. Making sure he knows he is all man and his needs come first. Chastity helps me focus on the man and appreciate every part of his masculinity. Giving him soft kisses on the neck, giving him my full attention and staring into his eyes and smelling his pubic and pit hair help to take in his essence and know my role. I feel this is all possible because I am in chastity.

Have been working on infecting a "project" for the past week. I have been fucking it at a beat (cruising area) Nice open area, fucking under the stars!

About 20 years ago I visited a straight naturist sauna in London. Whilst soaking in the jacuzzi, I was joined by an older Arabic guy with a thick, hairy chest & an impressive looking cock, even in its flaccid state. He started a conversation with me, & I felt his leg bumping against mine as we talked, but didn't think anything more as it was a straight sauna. After a while, I chose to switch to the sauna cabin. After a couple of minutes my Arabic friend joined me & sat quite close. He began to rub some of the sweat off himself, & in the process his hand "slipped" off him & ended up on my leg. He apologised & I told him it was OK. He then did it again, but his hand didn't move from my leg, he just started rubbing it in longer strokes, until his hand slipped under my towel & grabbed my stiffening cock. He then leaned across & slipped his tongue into my throat as his hands moved onto my chest & began working my nipples, which started to really bring out my inner pig. We did this for a couple of minutes before we heard someone outside the door, we split apart as the door opened & a couple of people joined us in the sauna. As they sat down, the Arab got up & gestured to me to follow him outside. I walked out to find him outside & he walked around the cabins to another door. I followed him & we entered a gym area beside a pool with a few people in it. He began kissing me again & stroking my nipples, making me groan while I felt his hard cock in my hand. He pushed me onto a bench, spat on his hand & began to lube up his 9" thick cock, as well as fingering my hole with some of his spit. He then pushed into me & I moaned as his bare cock slid inside me. He began to fuck me, while reaching up & twisting my nipples. I was moaning hard, I imagine that people in the pool area must have heard me, & anyone walking alongside the end by the gym room would have been able to see what was happening. But no one complained. He fucked me hard for about 10 minutes before picking up his pace & I felt his warm sperm pumping inside my ass. He collapsed onto me & began kissing me again. After a few minutes he withdrew from my cunt, rubbed my nipples one final time before leaving me there. There was no discussion about safe sex, no discussion about STDs, it was just a hard, bare breeding session. I returned to the jacuzzi to recover with a thick sticky load in my cunt, but never saw the guy again in there for the remaining few hours I stayed. I've been back to the sauna on a few occasions, but he was never there. I still believe that this was the point I began to embrace the pig in me. I had often barebacked before that, but I don't think I've ever used condoms after this session. It also unleased my love of dirty, older guys, especially if they are Arabic!

I woke up with a start laying next to Katie in my normal PJ clothes, just old athletic shorts and a t-shirt. The plug however was not there. I shot up and sure enough laying between myself and Katie was the plug, it must've slipped out in the night and fell out of my shorts, I grabbed it and went to take it to her roommates room, but I ran into Cory in the hall on his way out for the day. "What do we have here!?" He grabbed my hand holding the plug. "Need some help?" He spit on the toy. "Open wide!" and he shoved the whole thing between my teeth. I stood there with wide eyes, and he pumped it a few times deeper into my mouth. He pulled it out and spit on it again, "Spit on it, it'll help." I did as I was told and he spun me around, pulled my shorts down in one swift motion, then pressed the toy against my...surprisingly not sore asshole. My ass swallowed it easier than my mouth just did. He slapped my ass after pulling the shorts up, "There you go!" and sent me back into Katies bedroom. She was awake on a phone call, earbuds in. "WE JUST TOOK CARE OF THAT" she said, looking up at me and making an exasperated face. "Fine but if I get there and fix it faster than it took me to drive there I will be reporting someones ass!" she got up and got dressed in a hurry, kissed me. "Thank you so much for Gatorade babe, I need to take it easy on the drinking but after that phone call I might need another." She looked in the bag of snacks pulled out what she wanted and ran out the door. "Fuck" I said under my breath. I know they heard her leave, who knows what they'll do now. I stayed in the bedroom and turned on the TV watching Netflix cartoons and wondering when I'd be allowed to take the plug out. I went out to the kitchen to grab my Gatorade and something to hold me over until lunch. I passed Stephen and Cory on the couch, one on his phone the other playing a video game. "She gone for the whole day again?" Cory asked. "I don't know she wasn't happy hopefully it doesn't take long" I answered. "Well it's a half hour drive to work, so you at least have an hour to kill. Have you ever fucked a black guy?" "Wha- no, you guys know who has fucked me" "We don't know what you're doing when you're not here you dirty hoe" Stephen joked. "Black guy, or both of us again in the living room, drapes open. Or Both" "You know damn well it'll be both anyway" I said heading into the kitchen. My gatorade was full and my protein bar was open.. it looked like there was cum on it. "Guys.. what'd you do to my drink, and which one of you came on my protein bar." "The gatorade is mostly piss now, you're welcome. The bar... come give us both a lick and see if you can figure it out" I sighed. grabbed my drink and bar, went out to the living area and they both had their semi hard cocks out. "Oh... you weren't kidding." "Fuck no we weren't kidding, if you guess wrong I'll spank your ass and Cory will put a hickey on your ass." I got down on my knees and gave them a both one long lick, and swirled the tip trying to taste the pre-cum. I don't want lasting marks. I took a bite of the bar, it was near impossible all I could taste is bar. "Cory?" I stated. "Are you sure?" Stephen said. "Uh... yeah.." "Unlucky, come here." I was bent over Stephens knee and Cory sat in front of me with his cock out, I took it into my mouth, the spanking commenced. I don't know if my eyes were involuntary watering from the spanking or Cory's cock down my throat. But at one point the plug popped out and bounced towards the front door. Stephen took my shorts down to my ankles. "Crawl and grab it slut." I crawled towards the door, and of course with the luckiest timing, someone entered the apartment. I almost jumped up I looked from feet to head... their black friend. I didn't know his name. "Looks like you guys got started without me" he bent down and picked the plug up. "you'll need this again real soon" he helped me up and looked me up and down. My cock betrayed me, and was most of the way hard. He was shorter than me and very skinny, a small part of me kind of hoped for bigger. "Evan" he said holding out a limp hand like the queen. i kissed his hand and he pulled me towards the bedrooms. He took a left into Katies room and shoved me toward the bed. "This room looks more familiar with you naked on the bed." Stephen and Cory stood in the doorway and then went back out to the couch. "Enjoy!" Cory said. Evan took his shirt and then his shorts off. his cock sprang to attention. For not being a tall guy, his cock sure was big. "Lets get right to the point, suck my cock, I heard they came in your ass last, they'll be the lube." He walked over and I started to suck his cock, it was definitely harder to manage than the roommates. "You now what.. on your back, head off the edge." I did as I was told and he positioned his cock over my face, he went slowly at first but then he really fucked my mouth. I struggled to breathe, I struggled to keep my teeth off him and I struggled to not fall off the bed. "On your hands and knees, on the edge." I got up and did as I was told, my ass was definitely going to be sore after this. I got into position and the door opened, Cory tossed two bottles of poppers into the room on the bed. "Oh ho oh!" put one in each nostril you pig. I screwed the caps off and took a deep breath of both of them. I screwed the caps back on and collapsed with my arms out in front of me, chest on the bed, my ass about to be plowed by a black cock. He spit, it hit me in the face, he spit again and this time was cool on my slightly gaped hole. He pressed his cock into my ass slowly. Again, my ass took his cock better than my mouth. and he sank all the way in, his balls slapping into mine, my body shuddered. "God Damn!" he moaned staying there for a second. "What number am I!? your ass can take a cock!" I help up a number 4 and he laughed. "You're still a new cunt then, damn though." He picked up the pace, he was consistent and it felt like he went on forever, he was hitting deeper than anyone has before, honestly, sometimes it hurt, I tucked my pelvis under me and shuddered in pain. "Take another double hit, and then lay down flat over this pillow" he grabbed Katies pillow and laid it under me. The poppers made me see a black spot, and it started to get larger. My head was spinning, throbbing. I collapsed onto the pillow, he climbed on top of me and gave me the biggest thrusts yet, the slaps were loud. Our bodies bouncing hard on the bed, I've never fucked Katie like this in this bed. Again he lasted for what felt like 5-10 minutes, I also can't last that long in this position. "Where do you want it straight boy" "Inside me" I managed between thrusts. "Thought so, I just wanted to hear you say it." and he sped up, in one last moan and thrust he released deep in my ass, I could feel his cock pumping into me. He rolled off me, his cock popping out, and some cum, ran down my balls, down my cock and onto her pillow. He left the room, I heard him say. "Let's keep him away from Tommy for a bit longer, he's a good fuck" and out the door he went. The boy's entered the room, I still laying on my stomach on the bed in a daze. "Text Katie and see when she'll be home." "Please guys, no more today" "That's fair, there's always next weekend, but you need to do some laundry." "I think Thomas doesn't recognize me." I blurted out. "What?" Stephen said. "I ran into him last night at 7-11, he slapped me ass. He had a skinny kid with him they were buying condoms and were most likely drunk." "Were you scared?" Cory said. "Yeah, kind of." "I don't know, your cock says otherwise" Stephen said reaching out for my hard cock, stroking it with the mixture of cum that had run out of my ass. "Your first gay sex was a dirty fucking top, poz as they come, and that excites you you little faggot." His hand felt so good, in combination of the nights and days activities my cock was long overdue. I nodded. "But you want more cocks don't you, you want us to pimp your ass out to everyone at that party and them some." I nodded again, my hips starting to buck. "You won't want to have sex with Katie anymore, just become a sloppy bottom" I opened my eyes, "Wha-" His other hand slapped my balls. I jumped but it kind of felt good. "You're too good of a bottom to continue fucking girls, you need more cocks and less pussy. Cum for us, cum thinking about how many more cocks there are coming over to take your ass and throat. Cum thinking about how after the last guy who fucks you from the party, we will call Thomas again." "Oh fuck" I let out, cum shooting from my cock up my stomach, chest and reaching just over one of my shoulders. "Wow!" Cory said, "He might be a chaser!" "You got laundry to do" he wiped cum from the pillow and pressed it into my panting mouth, and they went back to games. My gatorade and the rest of my protein bar sat on the night stand. Damn I was thirsty.

Part 14 I was sitting at the table the next morning as mom was finishing up breakfast. I watched her wondering if she had any clue about my dad fucking another woman. As I was pondering this, my dad walked into the kitchen and gave my mom a big smootch on the cheek. "Morning dear." He said as he patted her on the butt. "Morning hun." She replied, patting him on his cheek. My parents have always been affectionate to each other and seemed to have a strong marriage, so it confused me even more that my dad was cheating on her. But then like Colt pointed out, who the hell was I to judge? After all, I could still feel a slight ache in my ass from Colt fucking me. "Well look what our son has on his neck, Doris." Laughed my dad. "Get lucky this weekend sport? That's my boy!" I was mortified because I had completely forgotten about the massive hickey Colt had left on my neck. My hand went up to instinctively cover it. "Now Bill, you know I don't approve of that." Said my mom. "I think it's trashy." "Oh come on." My dad replied. "Boys will be boys." "Besides," continued my mom, "with as much time as he spends with Colt, I don't even see where he has time for girls." "Maybe they found a slutty cheerleader and double teamed her." Joked my dad. "Stop it right now!" My mom demanded. "I will not stand for this kind of talk! And you're embarrassing the boy. Look, he's blushing." "Oh come on. He knows I'm just joking, don't you son?" It was true. I was blushing. But not just from the conversation. The sex talk made me think about eating my dad's cum last night, and I was getting hard. "It's ok mom." I said as I wolfed down my food. "Dad's just teasing me. But I gotta shower before I'm late." I said as I jumped up from the table. I ran upstairs and turned the shower on before checking myself in the mirror. Damn, Colt had left a huge deep purple hickey. I thought about trying to cover it up with some of mom's makeup, but realized it would be a futile effort. I would just have to deal with it. I quickly showered and headed out the door. I saw Colt almost immediately at school. He was wearing one of his thermal tops that he wore when we went hunting. I have to admit, I loved seeing him in it. The white fabric clinged to his body and accentuated every one of his muscles. "Guess I'll have to wear these for a few days." He laughed. "Well, that's what you get for being such a nasty slut!" I whispered to him. "Yea, I guess so. See ya later." He waved as he ran off to first period. The rest of the week flew by with Colt and I hooking up as much as we could. We just couldn't get enough of each other. We even managed to find an unused supply closet where could fuck each other during school. And I'll tell ya, there is nothing quite like the feeling of sitting by Colt in Trig with a freshly fucked hole full of his cum. And we both had started wearing butt plugs to keep in each other's loads during class. I would casually gyrate my ass on my seat and feel it pushing against my prostate causing my dick to leak. Life was good. Friday night found us heading back into the city for one of Colt's shows. Unbeknownst to me, it was about to become my official debut. He had snuck our football gear into a duffle bag in the back of the truck. I didn't question what was in it as I assumed it was the sex toys we had purchased. We casually hit the pipe back and forth as we traveled down the highway and were already nicely spun when we arrived at Dante's and Carlos'. "I gotta surprise for you." Colt said as he tossed the bag on the bed. "Tonight, you're going to star in your first movie." "What the fuck Colt!" I asked, shocked. "I don't know man. I don't think I can do that." "Come on baby." He said, pulling me into him and kissing me, using his seductive, persuasive voice that he knew could get me to do anything he wanted. "Do it for me. Do it for your big daddy. It'll be so hot." "But what if someone finds out?" I asked with genuine concern. "No one will find out baby." He purred. "I promise. Do you think I would have done everything I have if I was worried about someone finding out? Now here, hit this." He said as he handed me the pipe. As I hit it, he unbuckled my pants and pushed them down. "Colt, I......." My voice trailed off as I was getting lost in the T and Colt's power over me. "Shhhhhh baby." He hushed me as he pulled my shirt over my head. In no time flat he had me completely naked. "Now baby, let's get you dressed up. My mind was in a fog of drugs and lust as Colt put on my football gear. The full uniform. Pads, cleats, jock, pants, helmet, the works. Then I sat on the bed as I watched Colt strip and gear up. "You guys ready?" Asked Carlos. "Yea, were ready." Answered Colt. "Then let's begin." Said Dante. "Oh man this is going to be hot!" Carlos started filming as I watched Colt tie off my arm, swab me, and stick the needle in. After he pushed the plunger and I layed back coughing, he did the same to himself. Then he slowly removed my helmet, then his own. He stared deeply into my eyes as he leaned in and started kissing me, tenderly. We made out for a few minutes before he slowly pushed me back and unlaced my pants. Fishing my hard cock out of my jockstrap, he began slowly sucking my cock. He licked it all over before eventually deep troating it. I groaned as he worked his magic on me. After sucking me for a while, Colt stood up and untied his pants, pulling out his big cock. "Let's see what kind of mouth you got, faggot." He growled as he grabbed the back of my head pulling me into him. I instinctively opened my mouth and took him in. "Oh yeah." He moaned. "Suck my cock you cocksucking fag." He ordered me. I lost myself in the moment and really went to town on his dick. "Oh yeah, straight football boy." Colt laughed. "You ain't no straight boy. Straight boys don't suck cock like that. You're a fucking queer!" "Yes sir." I mumbled with his cock stuffed in my mouth. "Say it fag. Say your a cocksucking faggot queer!" He ordered me. Pulling me off of his cock by my hair, he shouted at me. "SAY IT!" "Yes Sir!" I panted. "I'm a cocksucking faggot queer!" "That's right you are!" He said as he spit on my face. Then he grabbed the back of my head again and rammed his huge dick all the way down my throat, holding me tight against his pubes until I ran out of air and started flailing my arms. Then he pulled out and I gasped for air as I spit up phlegm and it ran down my chin. He grabbed my hair and started to throat fuck me. And it wasn't a gentle throat fuck either, he was brutally slamming into me over and over as I choked and gagged. Eventually, he pulled himself from my throat, picked me up and threw me face down on the bed. He pulled my pants down to my ankles and smacked my bare ass a few times. "Let's see if your faggot pussy is as good as your cocksucking mouth!" He barked as he mounted me. He wrapped one of his python biceps around my neck, choking me. Then, with only spit covering his cock, he rammed it into me in one hard thrust. "Aaaaaaarrrrrrgggggg!" I screamed as my eyes filled with tears. Even though I had taken his cock many times, this was different. This was straight up rape. Dante handed Colt a popper soaked rag which he held over my nose and mouth. Soon the chemicals started doing their job and my hole loosened up a bit. But that didn't slow Colt down at all. He fucked me as hard as he could as tears flowed from my eyes. "Say you like big cock up your faggot hole, bitch. Say you love having your pussy ass queer hole raped like a little bitch. SAY IT YOU STUPID CUNT!" He shouted. "Yes Sir." I sputtered through my tears as he continued to choke me. "I love having cock up my queer hole! I love having my pussy faggot hole raped by your big cock!" "Beg me to rape you harder, faggot! DO IT! Beg for my cum in your worthless cunt!" "Please Sir!" I begged through my tears and pain. "Please rape my worthless cunt harder! Cum in my ass Sir! Cum in my worthless faggot ass!" I don't know how it was possible, but Colt managed to rape me even harder! He pounded me over and over while I continued to sob. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Colt began to huff and puff before announcing, "I'm cumming bitch! I'm cumming in your faggot queer ass!" With that he buried himself in me and held still. I could feel his cock swell and throb as he pumped his cum deep inside me. And to my shock and surprise, my own cock that only until now I realized had been hard the whole time, started shooting off, soaking my jock and the bed beneath me. Colt collapsed on my back as the last of his load slowly dribbled out of his cock and into my brutalized hole. He rolled off me, with a satisfied grin on his face. "Well, let's not let the bitch get comfortable, get up here Carlos!" He instructed the Mexican. "Let's get this cunt naked!" They stripped me of my uniform and laughed when they discovered I had shot my load from my raping. And the next thing I knew, Carlos had me on my hands and knees and he was ramming his fat Mexican cock into me. I started to moan as his was fuck wasn't as brutal as Colt's and was much more pleasurable. Colt just smiled as he patted me on the head like a dog. "That's a good boy." He praised me. "That's a good little faggot slut." I felt a deep sense of pride that I was making Colt happy. After Carlos had added his load into me, Dante moved in. I watched as he coated his dick in a coating of crystals. I anticipated the oncoming feeling of the burn with a mixture of fear and longing. My pussy was aching, but I somehow wanted it to ache more. And I wasn't disappointed. Dante sunk his big black snake into me and I hissed and moaned as my body shook from the intense burn. I instantly wrapped my arms and legs around Dante and started begging him to fuck me. "Fuck me stud! Fuck my slutty faggot pussy!" I begged him. "Give it to me. I'm a faggot bitch hole to use and fuck! Oh God, FUCK ME!" Dante started fucking me deep and hard, and I just begged for more. "I'm tired of listening to this faggots mouth." I heard Colt say as he climbed by my head. He grabbed my hair and pulled my hair back, causing my mouth to fall open. He had a straight shot right down my throat, and he took full advantage of it, burying his bone all the way down my gullet. He wrapped his hands around my throat so he could feel his big cock stretch my throat out and stroke his cock at the same time. After Dante shot his load deep inside me to join the other two, Colt returned to my ass, giving me another brutal fuck. By the end of the night I had taken 6 loads in my hungry pussy. The final shot for the camera was a close up of my red, ravaged hole as I pushed my rosebud out and it dripped cum. We decided to spend the night at Dante's and Carlos' that night in the spare room. We were still wired and horny as Colt climbed between my legs. "I got one more in me baby. Come on, let daddy in." I didn't even try to refuse as I spread my legs. This time, Colt was gentle and loving and he made love to me. "I'm so proud of you baby." He moaned into my ear as he sawed in and out of my pussy. "You did so good tonight. You made daddy very happy. Daddy loves his slutty little meth whore. I love you so much." "I love you too daddy. I always want to please you. I always want to make you happy." "You do baby, you do." He moaned as he started cumming in me. Of course, my own cock shot off at the same time.

I’ve taken my machine and several different dildos for more than six hours over and over and over again in various positions. Used lots of lube and spun. Always a great time.

The honest answer is that they’re indivisible. Part of the reason a bare cock feels better is because, psychologically, you’re aware of the greater intimacy, the naturalness, the sharing of bodies and bodily fluids. I was a “straight guy who likes to have sex with other men” for years. As much as I enjoyed sex with women, there was a greater degree of intimacy with men. I worked out very quickly that I was more passionate and affectionate with men, before, during and especially after sex. Whereas I didn’t like post-coital kissing and holding all that much with women, I adored it with guys, even guys that were just pumping and going. I put it down to my role as a bottom; the notion of having a cock inside me was just so...sharing and so intimate. My first time was bare. Almost all of the fucks of the first few years of my gay sex life were bare (despite it being in the early 90s). In truth, had I started out “safe”, that sense of intimacy might not be tied to the non-interruption of a condom. Physically, I agree that it’s often difficult to tell the difference in many fucks. There are some fucks where I’m adamant that bare was significantly more sensitive. There have been many occasions when I’ve felt that build up of tension in the head of a man’s cock, the swelling and then the pulsation and explosion against the walls of my hole. And I always can feel the warm flow of cum inside, followed by the soothing effects of that warmth. The other obvious point where there’s a physical difference in sensation is easily proven: as you rub an erect cock around the hole, the feel of skin v that of latex is very noticeable. Try it sometime with both without looking and I suspect 90% of bottoms will be able to identify which is which with unerring accuracy. That first act of immediate penetration is crucial in the experience. Beyond that, it’s psychological. One of the most important and obvious aspects of the benefits of barebacking is ‘flow’ (not THAT flow 😛). I know that I’ve become more versatile over the years as I’ve just learned to ‘lose myself’ in lovemaking. These days, it’s absolutely standard for me, having been fucked, to simply roll over and rub my cock against the guy’s hole as a precursor to penetrating him. It just flows. There’s no pause; no delay to grab a condom wrapper, let alone unwrap the bloody thing and put it on. You’re in the moment, so to speak. Following your desires. It’s obvious but it bears re-stating: you feel, you desire, you act. That is psychological but when your desires are the entirety of the word in that moment, you’re attuned to feel everything within your combined bodies. While much of the time, it’s your mind telling you that, the occasions when you CAN feel that skin pressing on that precise spot or that flow of cum against your insides is mind-blowing.

2. Greg I couldn't stop staring at the man between my legs. I was in heaven; this handsome older man had just finished fucking me, shooting his sperm into my vulnerable young hole. Not only had he bred me, he was my father's brother, my own flesh and blood. I had been dreaming of this for months, trying to make it happen. I had carefully planted the seed in my dad's mind of Uncle Nate driving me to college on the other side of the country. Once that had worked out, I had made sure that Uncle Nate had been too horny to think with anything but his cock. It had gone almost as I had dreamt of, he hesitated only briefly before plunging his raw cock into my virgin hole. I hadn't been lying when I told him he was my first. I had fucked some guys, but some intuition had made me wait for someone special to be the first guy to screw me. Uncle Nate certainly qualified and I was glad I had waited. "You ok?" he asked me. I must have zoned out a bit, thinking about what I had just done. "Great. Sorry, I guess I spaced out there. What you thinking about for dinner?" I asked. "Get some pizza and beer, and bring it back here?" "Perfect," I said. I finally moved, getting off the bed and wandered to the window. I pulled the shade back, looking out into the evening sun, golden but strong. I knew it would still be hot out. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top. Nathan had also gotten off the bed, and was fumbling with his phone. "Pepperoni and mushroom good?" he asked me. "Sounds good," I said. He placed the order, pacing around the small room, still naked. "Fifteen minutes," he said. He rummaged through his bag, and grabbed a jockstrap and like me, a pair of cargo shorts. "This is going to be a fun fit," he said, as he pulled on the jockstrap. It only barely contained him. His cock was still thick and slightly hard. It strained against the threadbare fabric of the pouch. My ass twitched at the sight of him filling out the jockstrap. I felt his jizz deep in my hole and knew it was slowly soaking in. We continued to dress: I found my flip-flops, and he pulled on a black tank top. His chest hair still stuck out over the top of the tank, despite being carefully trimmed. I nearly pushed him back onto the bed and rode him once more. Not immediately fucking him again took a surprising amount of restraint on my part. He slipped into his sandals, then turned to me, and asked "Ready?" "Yeah," I said. With our near-matching outfits, there was enough resemblance between us that we looked like a father and his son. It was a nice thought, but I knew our relationship was now and forever closer than any father and son could dream of. We walked out into the hot, humid evening. "Damn," he said, "Still hot out." I nodded silently. I knew the black Land Rover would be baking. And I knew Nathan would be sweating soon. My cock twitched at the thought of how he would smell in a few minutes. I wanted him on top of me, his cock buried in my hole, my face buried in his sweaty chest. "I'll drive," I offered. "Sure. I can get us to the pizza place." He tossed me the keys, and we got in the car. I opened the sunroof a crack, enough to get a bit of air as the air conditioner struggled in the heat. We pulled out onto the street, and drove towards town. It took us about five minutes to get to the pizza place. In a non-descript strip mall, there was a party store at one end. "You want to get the pizza, and I'll get some beer?" Uncle Nate asked. He handed me a twenty, and we went our separate ways. Surprisingly, the pizza was ready when I walked in. I paid, and took it back to the car. I popped the back and pawed through one of my many bags. I knew what I wanted for the evening, a small bag with some rolling papers, a lighter, and most importantly some weed. I was pretty sure Uncle Nate would be cool with me getting stoned and would probably even join me. And, if he was at all like me, I knew the weed would make him horny. With just a bit of luck, he would fuck me at least one more time that night. Uncle Nate came back right as I found the bag it was all in. "Looking for something?" he asked. "Yeah, I found it," I said. "You mind driving?" "Not at all." I threw him the keys. As we climbed in, he put the six pack of beer in the back seat with the pizza. Once on the road, I opened the bag and pulled out the glass jar of weed. "Cool?" I asked. I opened the glass, letting the herbal fragrance fill the car. I held the glass jar up, letting see how full it was. "Oh, very nice, Greg," he said. "I could use some of that. And it smells damn good." I closed the jar, and put it back in the bag. We were quiet the short way back to the motel. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence; we had talked during most of the day's drive. There was much more we both wanted to talk about, but the car was an uncomfortably public area in which to talk about those matters. We both knew that no one could hear us, but still, the proximity of all the other drivers was disconcerting. I grabbed the beer and weed, and he carried the pizza into the room. He put it on the small table, and put some slices on a plate for the tow of us. I had a joint already rolled. I handed it and the lighter to him as I started rolling another one. He did a toke from it, and broke down coughing. "It's been a long time for me," he said, taking a swig of the beer. "And it's strong stuff," I said. He handed me the joint, and I took a hit. "How long has it been for you?" I asked. "Let me think." Uncle Nate paused, coughed, then continued. "Nearly six months. Jason had random drug tests, so we've had to keep ourselves clean for a bit." He sat down in the chair opposite me, the pizza between us. I handed him the joint, and he took another hit. While I finished making two more joints, we passed the first one back and forth. "One for the road tomorrow," I said, as I put one joint away with the rest of the weed. The pot was starting to hit me. I opened my beer, and took a swig. Between us, we finished up the joint, and most of the pizza. We were just staring at each other, relaxed and comfortable. Finally, I broke the silence. "How long have you been poz?" I asked. "A long time," he said. "Let me think." He leaned back, and I could see him counting the years. "Just about twelve years now," he said. "I used to know it cold. But I've grown used to it. Almost seems normal now." "Do you know who gave it to you?" I asked. "I mean, how you got it? If you don't mind me asking?" "No, it's fine. Yeah, I do. Alan. He gave it to me." "Uncle Alan?" "Yeah" I didn't know what to say. My earliest gay fantasies were about Uncle Nate and Uncle Alan. When Alan had died, I was nearly fourteen. I was still young, still confused enough about my sexuality to wonder if my desires and fantasies had caused his death. I remember Nate being devastated at the funeral. I wanted to comfort Uncle Nate, but I was too scared and too confused to know what to do. Even years later, I remember the pain in his voice when I talked to him on the phone. Not until Jason did the pain go away. "Did you know he was poz?" "Yeah, I did. He even convinced me to let him infect me." We were silent again, the pot now hitting us both hard. And I was trying to assimilate the news. It changed my perception of Uncle Alan, made him seem even hotter, more of the man I wanted to be. "It bound us together, more than I could have ever expected or understood." His story was making me horny. I shifted in my chair, trying to adjust my cock. "And you?" he asked. "Why do you want it?" It was my turn to be quiet. I had to put together my thoughts. "Two reasons. Maybe three now." I picked up the fresh joint, and lit it, taking a long hit. I handed it to Uncle Nate. "And? They are?" he asked, before doing a drag off the joint. "Can I be honest?" I asked. He handed the joint back to me. "Of course," he said, exhaling the pot. "I've just fucked you raw, Greg. I just told you I let Alan infect me. I'm not going to get angry or think less of you now." "I've always fantasized about you and Uncle Alan," I said. I realized I was almost gasping for air. "You guys were my first jerk-off fantasy." Admitting it to Uncle Nate was scarier than I had imagined. I looked at him, looking for any response. "Go on," he said, his face inscrutable. "And once I found that movie, with Uncle Jason, Ben, and yourself." I paused, long enough to take a draw from the joint. I needed all the courage I could get, both real and inhaled. "I wanted to be just like you. Like Jason. And now I know, like Alan. I wanted to have a bit of you inside me. And to have a bit of Alan inside of me as well, well, that's just one more reason." He smiled. "I guess that's two of the three." I nodded. "What's the third?" he asked. I took a swig of beer. I knew the pot wasn't going to be enough, and that I would need some liquid encouragement for the next reason. "This one is darker," I said. "Maybe too dark?" Nate looked at me and smiled. He stood up, and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the ground. He stepped out of them and ran his hand over his tattoo. "I have this," he said. "That's whats on the outside. You've seen at least one of the movies. Just know my fantasies are even darker than those. You probably can't top me. Yet. So, let's hear it." "I've got four years of college," I said. "I want to see how many guys I can share it with while I'm there. Frat boys. Jocks. Nerds. All of them." "Poz them?" Uncle Nate asked. He took the joint from me and did another hit. "Yeah," I nodded. Uncle Nate sat back down, and adjusted his jock. It was straining against the fabric, and had gotten noticeably harder as we had been talking. "The idea has woken up your cock, Uncle." "Damn, Greg. You're a fucking hot boy, with a dark and twisted mind." He smiled at me, as he took off his tank top. "I'm totally boned at the idea. How many guys have you fucked already?" "Just a few. Maybe six or eight?" I said. I followed Nate's lead, and took off my tank top. I tossed it into a corner. "Hot, twisted, and a good start at being a slutty boy to boot," he said. "And a twisted slut boy like you needs another load in your sweet virgin hole." "You got it, Uncle Nate," I said. I kicked off my flip flops, pulled down my shorts, and jumped onto the bed. The lube and poppers were already in place. Nate pulled his jock off to the side, his hard cock springing free and sticking straight out in front of him. "Don't hold back this time. Hard, deep, intense, and raw," I said. "And I mean hard." Nate jumped on top of me, placing my legs on his shoulders, and his cockhead right against my ass. He grabbed the bottle of poppers and held them under my nose. "You'll want these," he said, as I inhaled deeply. After me, he did a hit. I could feel the moist tip of his cock right against my hole. "Please, Uncle Nate," I said, staring into his face. "Nail me. Infect me." He leaned in close, kissing me deep. His cock pushed in, opening me up. As his cock slid into me, I heard him whisper, "I love you Alan." In a single forceful stroke, he pushed the rest of his cock into me. I took a moment to get used to him filling me up again. Then the poppers took over, and I just enjoyed his cock fucking me. As we settled into a rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of my hole, I asked, "Do you miss him?" He was quiet, and slowed down his pounding of my hole. Then, finally, he said, "Every single day." This time, it was Nathan who started to cry, his eyes welling up with tears. "He always liked you. I remember how proud he was of you at your Bar Mitzvah. He'd be so happy of who you've grown into. He would have wanted to be here so much." "He is here," I said. It sounded trite, but it was how I felt. It wasn't just Uncle Nate's cock that was in my ass. I could feel Alan's cock pounding my hole, at least in spirit. I reached around and grabbed Nate's heavy balls. "And especially here." "Let's get that load where it belongs," Nate said, thrusting into me even harder. "Into your tender young hole." He wasn't holding back any longer. He put his full weight into the fuck, forcing his cock deep into my hole. I wanted to slow him down a bit, make him take it easy on my ass. But then he hit a pool of cum buried inside of me, and spread it all over my hole. I was going crazy from the sensations deep inside of me, his deadly sperm was tweaking my mind. Instead of reaching down to hold him back, I reached down and spread my cheeks apart, letting him get in just a magical bit deeper. "Just like that, Uncle Nate," I begged. "Give it to me." I didn't want him to stop, and Nathan clearly didn't want to stop either. He kept on pounding my hole for what seemed like hours, not once letting up or slowing down. I glanced at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for over fifteen minutes. He was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, the relics of the non-stop pounding. Suddenly, he pulled out of me. "On all fours, Greg," he said. I flipped over as fast as I could, arching my back, wanting nothing more than him back in me as soon as possible. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit, right as his cock slid back into me. He took the bottle of lube and squirted some on his hand, then reached around and grabbed my cock. I was already hard as a rock, dripping pre-cum for a while. His touch was electric, and I thought I was going to cum right then. "Oh fuck, Uncle, that feels good." My cock got hard at just the sight of a bit of exposed man flesh. I had no defense against a man like Nathan actually stroking my tool. I started to drip pre-cum immediately. "Not too hard," I said. "I don't want to shoot before you've bred me again." "Don't worry boy," Uncle Nate answered. "I've had years of experience keeping horny boys on the edge." With one hand, he continued to stroke my cock, keeping me right at the brink of orgasm. I could only think about two things, first his cock in my hole, and second his hand on my cock. Involuntarily, I found myself pushing back against his shaft, trying to get him deeper into me. "Right on, Greg," Nathan said, "Fuck yourself on my cock." Nathan kept his other hand on my waist, guiding me onto his cock. Between our efforts, the strokes were deep and forceful. He was ripping me in two, but I didn't care. I loved every second of his assault. I wanted every inch of his powerful tool inside of me. "Please Uncle," I begged, "Cum in me. Breed me. I want your load." I thought for a second. "No, I need your load." "Not quite yet, Greg," he answered. "We've got to plow that virgin hole a little more. Make sure you're good and ready and raw before I shoot my magic sperm in you." He was thrusting in and out hard, poking his cock into me at all different angles. Masterfully, he explored new parts of my body. Under his assault, I was squirming, but it was hard to tell if I was more trying to avoid his cock, or meet it halfway. "I want my seed to have a fertile place to grow." He pulled out his cock once more. "Get on your back again," he said. I flipped over. "I want to see your face when you shoot for me," he said. He didn't even wait for me to get totally comfortable before his cockhead was back in me. It was like being on a spit, slowly spinning around on the axis of Nathan's penis. "I'm right on the edge, Uncle. I can't last much longer," I said. My cock was dribbling pre-cum like crazy, getting it all over my stomach and pubic hair. The one peril of my plan to keep Uncle Nate on edge over the past few days was that he wasn't the only one bursting with sperm. I needed to shoot just as badly, maybe even more. Nathan's dick was hitting all of the right spots, but he was carefully controlling and edging me, making sure I wasn't going to cum until he was ready for me to shoot. "You want another poz load in your boy cunt?" he asked me. His breath was hot and moist against my face, his face right next to mine. "You want Alan's virus inside of you?" "Please, Uncle. Give it to me," I answered. I knew if I felt his cock spurt inside me, I wasn't going to be able to hold off from cumming myself. Even without a fresh load from Uncle Nate in me, I couldn't hold back much longer. "I want it so badly." All I could think about was how good it would feel to have him shoot his load in me. I'd finally be connected to all these men, Uncle Nate, Uncle Jason, Uncle Alan, and all the men inscribed on Nathan's body. I grabbed the poppers and did a hit. I offered them to Nathan. He let me hold them under his nose as he inhaled. When he was done, I did one more hit, then let them fall on the bed beside us. The poppers hit both of us at the same time; Nathan pounded my hole even more forcefully. I was pushing up against him, trying to get as much of his shaft as possible inside of me. "I'm gonna breed you, boy," he said, his cock stiffening. "You going to shoot your clean and pure sperm for your uncle?" "Yeah, Uncle Nate. I can't last much longer." Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head, and his cock stiffened inside of me. "Fuck Boy! Take it! Take Alan's dirty virus!" I felt his hard cock spurt deep in me, warm jets of thick, fertile semen shooting into my hole. He was jerking my cock hard now, not caring if I got off now. "Let it fertilize you," he said. His dirty talking, together with him stroking my cock was getting me close. "Give it to me, Uncle," I said. It was my last coherent thought as my world narrowed down to two things: my raw ass getting pounded and my cock shooting all over my chest and stomach. Simultaneously, we shot our loads and all either of us could say between frantic, deep kisses were rough, animalistic grunts of pleasure. With each of Nathan's thrusts, his strokes were lubricated by his sperm, each stroke getting smoother and slicker. My own spurts of cum were landing on my shoulders, chest, and then finally on my abs. After what seemed like forever, we slowed down almost together. My cock was just dribbling the last of my sperm, and inside of me, Nathan's shaft was no longer pumping his poz cum into me. "Damn," I said. "I needed that." Nathan surveyed the damage. Large pools of milky white sperm were all over my chest and stomach. inside of me I knew there was a similarly sized pool of sperm. Uncle Nate leaned down. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he aimed lower. He licked up the pools of sperm, swallowing them hungrily. "Fuck, boy," he said, his goatee getting sticky and wet with sperm. We were both trying to catch our breath, the intense fuck having tired us out. Uncle Nate slid his cock out of my ass and collapsed next to me. He grabbed me, pulling me close to him. We kissed and I could taste my sperm in his mouth. It took a few more minutes of gasping for air, before I was finally able to talk. "Thank-you," I said. There wasn't anything else I needed or wanted to say.

Hello! This is my first post of a fantasy I've been thinking about, and I really hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. It's just been my father and me since I was six, my dope-headed mother having gone off the rails and left us. I haven't spoken to her since and couldn't care less. Her absence meant I had a lot of time to spend with my father, who I guess I had adored for years. He certainly was my hero as I grew-up. When I was 16 he came out to me. I guess he'd thought I would hate him for it, because he began to cry. That shocked me more than the fact that he was gay. You see, standing at six foot six inches, and two hundred and thirty pounds of steel muscle, he towered over me. Still, his being gay didn't really bother me. What did bother me was eventually he started bringing home these - hmm - little twink faggots. They really irked my nerves, so I started going to a local gym so I could escape seeing them, and after two years of intense training, my body was sculptured magnificently. I noticed that I started to look like Dad, even if I didn't have his salt and pepper beard and even if I was four inches shorter than he. After the gym one night, I came home and crossed paths with one of Dad's fuck toys. The guy was crying, so of course, my curiosity was peaked as I had never seen my father angry or hurt anyone. In fact, I thought of the two of us as two gentle giants. But I guess I was wrong. I walked into his room, where he was putting on his pants, I could feel the negative energy in the room. So much so, it burnt my exposed skin. "Hey old man.. What's up?" I must have startled him because he jumped a bit, shaking his head. "I'd rather not talk about it, Justin." That really had caught me off guard. We never kept anything from each other. Even our sexual escapades were talker about. I let out a deep sigh and nodded. "I'll be in my room if you need me.. Knock before." I headed towards my room and closed the door, stripping down. I began to rub my body, grasping my nine inch cock, a great gift I had received from him, thinking to myself 'Finally I get to enjoy myself'. Sitting on my bed, I began to stroke my cock, tugging on my pair of low hangers. I closed my eyes and pictured me blowing some girl with whom I had gone to high school. Then something caught my eye. My underwear drawer was wide open. I slowly stopped pleasuring myself, stood up and walked over to take a look. Nothing seemed to be missing, so I shut it and went back to my bed, deciding I needed porn to get the job finished. I puller out my laptop and went to the history and was shocked to see what I found. Titles like 'Dad and Son Fucking Raw'. My mind raced when I seen that, but still I felt compelled to 'start'. When the porno started, it looked pretty vintage. A man entered a bedroom to discover his son still in bed late in the afternoon. A look of disgust and disdain crossed his face, and he grabbed a belt and started thrashing his son, shouting at him to "Wake the fuck up!" and calling him a disgrace. I felt like I didn't want to watch, but my libido must have been clouded because my cock throbbed. I wanted to be that boy - somehow I found myself wanting to be disciplined by my Dad. I continued to watch as the man yanked the blanket off of his son, revealing his naked frame with welts and bruises from past beatings. He grabbed the boy by the hair and started to rub his face into his cock, making his face smell of his musk. I couldn't handle it at that point. I had just blown my load and started to pant. I didn't even remember touching myself.. It had unleashed a beast in me and it needed out. I knew that tomorrow, after he got off of work, I needed to see my Dad.

I’d been drinking, and in my inebriated mind decided to walk home rather than wait for a night bus. After checking a couple of apps, I was feeling a bit horny even if I had no mind to do anything about it. It was then when I noticed the illuminated sign for the sauna. I’d passed it many times before and knew it had something of a reputation for its theme nights where one night it’s Daddies/ Bois or no towels or whatever. I decided that I would pop in for a bit, freshen up in the shower and maybe get sucked off. Job done. Once I’m buzzed in I realise that I’m actually doing this, and so check in for a towel, give reception my email for some reason for their mailing list, and head into the changing area, clumsily undress and then head into the main part of the sauna. After doing the rounds – and discovering there’s even a sling area, which stank of piss – I settled into a wood cabin that seemed fairly quiet bar the two older daddy types, mid-50s, looked like regulars but were in hot shape, gently feasting off each other’s bodies, teasing each zone and clearly been there a while. I settled down on a bench to the side and vaguely watched them. One of them reached over under my towel and put his hand on my stiffening cock and smiled “What have we here?” He leaned over further and began nibbling on my cock. Fuck. I hadn’t quite budgeted for this, but my horniness seemingly had me pinned to the spot as his mouth started to suck. His mate slid over and handed me some poppers. I felt obliged to really. It seemed rude not to. Although the minute I whiffed a few snorts my head felt like the wiring had come lose and all that now mattered was this hairy dad feeding on me. His mate leant into kiss me and again and suddenly I’d never wanted this stranger more. I felt the cocksucker’s fingers probe my hole, somewhat looking confused that it was dry and tight, but almost instantaneously the evidence of a sick grin replacing it. “Slow night brother?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me. “Uh… not really. Just a bit drunk and horny” I replied. “Hehe, nice. Drunk and horny on a PozBro night. I get you” “Wait, what? I thought that was Tuesdays...” “No mate. Been Thursdays for the last four months. Every other week we let in non-members and chasers” “Really? Ah okay. Bit of a mistake. I’ll leave you guys to it then” as I went to get up, the popper daddy pulled me backed into a kiss. I was beginning to feel strange, and realise these fuckers had me in their web. I could hear the door being locked and started to feel panicked “Not so fast bro… Hey Steve I think we’ve got ourselves a newbie!” I kept struggling as Steve pulled out the poppers again. Fuuuuck. What was in them? They were making me react the way they wanted. My body betraying my frantic mind. Half terrified, half horny. Jesus. I could only hope to get out of this alive. “I think you’re right Glen. Luckily for him we’re on a recruitment drive. I think we should showcase a few of the membership benefits while he’s here.” Glen was starting to tease my hole with his tongue. Oh boy, not felt anything like that before. I had begun to bliss out with the intoxication, feeling reasonably good despite the fact I was naked, horny, off my face in a locked room with two poz fuckers talking about recruiting me. Holy shit. I found myself turning my face to Steve’s cock. Man, what a fucking amazing poz tool, I thought. Thoughts that evaporated as I begun to suck down on it. Meanwhile Glen had been probing my hole, and I’d been slowly aware of letting him begin to probe me further. I wasn’t quite understanding my behavior, but everything felt so good and right and I figured I could risk this. They must be bluffing, I thought, there is no way someone would be so toxic that it would take immediately… That’s how I looked at it. Surely every guy doesn’t get pozzed instantly… That said, Glen was still pursuing my hole. I noticed him spit on his cock. I hoped there’d be lube but it was unlikely I was to get a smooth ride. These two fuckers know too much as it is. “That’s one tight hole there. Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro”. Oh fuck.

From his resume, Carlos would appear as middle-aged man, graduated from a respectable university and acting as a financial advisor - quite successful - for a firm you probably never heard of. He was also a volunteer for HIV Montreal, a non-profit org with an inexhaustible source of fresh young man, and the most exquisite sexual outlet for his urges which were as often as possible. When you met Carlos in person, you would have a different perspective. He didn’t look like your typical accountant or financials trustee. The man that would stand before you would be massive, clearly not obese nor muscled-freak. A strange sight. At 6’2” tall, crop hair with a one-day strong goatee, averaging 115 kg, he was obviously impressive. The suit he would wear would be tight on his huge chest and the bulge in his trouser would have you give up any pretense of anything small with Carlos. Naked, he was intimidating. This is exactly what 19-year-old college star-athlete Ben Schultz realized as he lay on the mattress, completely naked. I had to tie his hands because he was a very angry jock, with no ounce of fat he might have overpowered me easily. For the first 15-20 minutes, Ben cursed at me vehemently, wrestling to get loose of his bounds without success. Neighbors would have been alerted if it was not of the underwear-gag stuffed in his mouth. I must say I had used his own boxer brief soaked in my warm and toxic piss to muffle him. Now, he was breathing heavily through his broken nose, exhausted by the useless strenuous effort he put up. My nice dripping hard cock resting against his treasure trail of his hard abs. I was caressing his face, wiping the tears down to his neck and shoulders. He was an exceptional specimen of a healthy and sturdy young man. He had all the reasons to be angry. After all, I was threatening his masculinity – no doubt he was 100% straight – with me invading his space, with me caressing his naked body, powerless to my fingers to roam over his chest and stomach, tied up on a smelly mattress with a faggot. And really upset about the large Latino man behind him who was about to shove a fat nine-inch poz cock up his pinky virgin asshole. That was my good friend Carlos, a gang-raised teen who had grown into a ruthless thug man, hung like a pornstar. “Sshh… Sshh… calm down Ben, you need to relax” as I removed the gag. “I know its all new to you, but I am afraid that if you don’t Carlos will have to force down his large cock in your puny straight ass. None of us wants to hurt you, believe me. Loosing its cherry to a man is unique moment in a life of a young man like you and I would like to make it memorable for you… That was mean! If you spit in my face again, I will put a safety pin through your tongue and bottom lip. As a fact, I like swapping spit with handsome straight guys like you, so I am not really mad at you. Now, my turn, open your mouth!” I snorted deep and hard, then brought my face close to his like I would kiss him, and spit up a big yellowish lumpy phlegm right pass his tonsils, forcing him to swallow it by tilting his chin up. “You need to understand who runs the show here. There isn’t much you can do. We have nothing against you, in fact we are delighted to have stumble into you at the bar men’s room. You put up quite a show while horse-pissing at the urinal. Oh yeah, you were slightly drunk and show us, the “faggots” like you called us, how man you were. We would have laugh with you at your macho stance, but see, I don’t like the “f” word as much as Carlos here like the “n” one. It’s offensive. So, we had to see how man you were. I guess will find out soon. The truth is you are going to get your ass fucked and you will have to accept it. Now, how easy it will be is pretty much up to you. You can listen to us and follow our instructions by lifting your legs and bring your knees as close as possible to your shoulders. See, it is easy for the athlete that you are. Sshh… stop shaking, nothing really bad will happen, you ass is so tight that it will be extremely painful. Let me hold your legs. Now, concentrate on relaxing this little cunt of yours like a good girl.” With me pushing, Ben’s knees sunk into the mattress past his shoulders unveiling at the same time his virgin rosebud. It was a mesmerizing vision I hadn’t the chance to see often. “Stop putting a fuss. In this position, it will be easier for both of you. We had the impression when we met you that you weren’t a selfish little prick, aren’t you? Think about Carlos, it’s going to hurt him as much as you if you struggle like this. I know, you never had sexual intimacy with a guy before, not even with your best friend or your Dad. Trust me, it’s an adjustment. Oh! You don’t want to adjust… you have a girlfriend… well not anymore, I guessed. While you were in the bathroom at the disco-bar, I had my friend Jeremy buying her drinks and fingering her twat before you finished pissing. Don’t cry and call me a liar. If you are a good boy, do everything we ask, then I’ll bring you at the apartment upstairs to see her. After you dumped her at the bar and left with us, Jeremy brought her back to his place, the apartment above, for a nightcap. Now, don’t get upset again, I see that you are angry at me just like when I was kissing you earlier. Let me kiss you again in the most affectionate way I can. I don’t care if you don’t want to, kissing a guy is not the end of world, in fact it opens you to new sexual encounter possibilities.” “Now, now, I know you are reluctant to have a nine-inch cock shoved up your virgin ass… Don’t interrupted me, no one told you it was impolite? What?... A poz cock? Are you telling me that you would accept to be fucked by a nine-inch cock, but that you are afraid of a nine-inch poz cock? No? Are you sure? Because I tell you right off the bat that it will make Carlos really angry if you discriminate him only by his HIV status. A nine-inch cock, poz or not, is a nine-inch cock. And it's going to hurt, no doubt about it. There you go, just calm down. Let it go. Oh! for fuck sake, stop crying. Carlos is just trying to loosen up a bit, let him finger you some” As Ben’s ass ring was losing the battle, something inside him shredded, his dignity had vanished. “Hey, I’m here. A finger in you in ass is not pain. You must realize that when Carlos is going to fuck you up the ass, the first ten or twelve times, then you will know what pain is. I mean, fuck, it will feel like a stirring hot spear rod ripping your guts, you will feel like dying and gone to hell… you might actually want to die… you will scream until your voice breaks and you run out of tears. But I will there with you all along to remind you that you are stronger than you think and that all your begging is pointless.” “You are a very handsome young man. That’s what we first noticed of you at the bar. There were many other guys that we could have picked, but there was something in your demeanor that draw us to you. Here, I want to kiss you again. I just can’t resist to feel your lips, but I want you to kiss me back. Close your eyes if you need to and think its your girlfriend slut you are kissing, a long wet open-mouthed kiss. Lets see if you are a good kisser. Stop trashing around. No, NO!… I warned you what would happen if you dare spit in my face again. Don’t push your luck, I like you very much, but I will punish you if I need to, and this is something you shouldn’t look forward to.” “Look at you, hands tied, pinned down on the bed by two full-grown men. There is nothing you can do other than cooperate. We can spend hours playing with you: slapped your balls or electro-nipple play, clamps, needles, candles if we get bored. I even think that Carlos as a baseball bat somewhere, you get the idea. With each game, you will break down bit by bit until you become a ragdoll in our hands, and then we will still fuck you. But we won’t have to do that, aren’t we? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now for that kiss, you are not to turn your head away and you are to look me in the eyes. I know I said you could close your eyes, but I changed my mind. I want to look at these beautiful brow-eyes when your mind fails to resist, and you become mine. I want a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue and spit-swapping, less than that will result in a punishment” The French-kissing session went for about twenty minutes… at the end his face was covered with spit, his lips were puffy from all my little love bites, his mouth slack and drooling like an idiot. I took the opportunity to get closer to him, almost cuddling him, my cock frotting on his stomach. I think he got the idea how much we revel on his predicament. Carlos was slowly working a second finger in his fuckhole and nudging his balls roughly. “See, I told you! When you cooperate, it’s so much easier and fun! Look down, look at what you have done… my hard cock poking your ribs, dripping copious amount of poz precum. You did not know I was poz also! Yes we both are. Lets rub it on your body. You are perfect except for your straight-cocky attitude, but don’t worry, after a weekend with me and Carlos, you will be unrecognizable! You will be one of us, another gifted member of our private club. A pretty cumdump opening his legs and mouth at a finger snap from any strangers. Gone will be the macho guy, gone will be the homophobic attitude, gone forever will be straight jock from the bar! Even your ex-girlfriend will be flabbergasted with the change! That if we give you permission to see her. Not that she will ever want to have sex with you anymore, not after she spent a couple of weeks being pimped at the sex club. Fuck! She might not even remember your name! Imagine how proud mom and dad will be to see their 19-year-old son graduating in something without their money! And here, next to your heart, I will have your diploma tattooed, a nice biohazard symbol!” “Now, now, it’s not a nice way to thank us… don’t try to worm you way out now. It’s still a long way and hard work before you get your diploma. Don’t get nervous, Carlos and I have 100% success rate and a lot of experience. You are so lucky to have us! I have no doubt that you will quickly become the favorite boytoy in our cohort. We will fix your hair a bit and probably shave the rest of you. Lets have a look at your nipples. They are large dark brown ones. Beautiful! They create a beautiful contrast with your pale chest, for now anyway, I am not sure if they will remain outstanding after a flogging session in a dungeon… or may be we will just get you a full-tattooed body or, if you obey, just a regular suntan. I bet you would liked that. It shows that you’re in sports, you have well-developed pecs, firm and all. They are not like a lot of sissies out there who have already their titties ready-to-eat. Not yours… your larger-than-a-quarter nipples completes your virile look. But no… not yours… you can’t do anything with them for now, not chew on them or pull them. They gives me something to work on. Mmmmh… oh yeah… so delicious. I could lick and suck on them all night. I must do something right! Your nipples are hard with a lot of little goosebumps around! Now, whenever I suck them or I scratch your tits and draw blood with my sharp nails like this, I want you to arch your back and push your chest up to me, as far as you can, until you feel like your backbone is ready to break. Come on… push… arch your back… tilt your head back in the mattress… you can do better than that. Stick those tits like some cheap whore in a porn movie.” “What are you doing? What do you mean you can’t? You want a rest? Carlos, hand me the cattle prod over. I knew it, with a little incentive you can get the best of anyone! I bet not even your ex with her whore tits can look as cute as you are right now. By the time we are done with you, anyone will see the slut in you whenever they start playing with your tits. Because this is what you have, tits… not nipples anymore. Oh Carlos! Great! I wish that you can see this from my point of view… Carlos has two of his thick digits up your chute, scissoring them relentlessly in preparation for a third one. Don’t bother, the cameras are capturing all this for you, and others, to view afterward. An imperishable souvenir of your deflowerment that will live on the web for all to see! Let me spit in his asshole few times, Carlos, it will lube him and make your job easier. Don’t be such a cry baby… of course you can take another finger in your hole. If not, how to you expect Carlos to shove his nine-inch Latino cock in your sweet little hole? “I must admit to you Ben that you have a pretty well-trimmed bush down there. I might let you keep it. It doesn’t make your shriveled cock look good right now, but when excited I can see why girls would fall for you. And your balls! They are good size and low hanging, you know? No, really, you don’t? Don’t lie to me… You mean you never secretly spy on your playmates in the shower? You must have seen web porn, admiring men tools plowing cunts while jerking off? Ah see, you did know, but don’t sweat you don’t have anything to be ashamed. I know you told us, you only had a 7-inch cock which we still have to see, but 7-inch is not bad but, if you want to know the truth, it is pretty small compare to Carlos black fat nine-inch poz cock, even if you remove his large skeleton tribal P.A. Yes, you are a stud with nice cock and balls for us to play for hours. Of course, I will get rid of the hair on your balls and ass. Treasure trail too. You and I will do a private session where I will pluck them out one by one. For you to remember to always keep hairless balls and smooth pussy.” “Let me spread your asscheeks so Carlos can get a better access to your soon to be pussy. Did you fuck a lot of girls? No?... How many?... Come on, how many?... and don’t lie to me because I will find out if you do. 2? Only 2? And the slut upstairs, did you fucked her? No! Are you some kind of closeted faggot? Most guys these days play the fields and fuck like rabbits! Maybe you are just shy in the bedroom. Ah! There we go again! Will you ever stop crying? I didn’t say you were a homo, it’s just that the way you bragged at the bar with your friends, the way you act in front of your girl, I’m amazed that you haven’t bone her in the cunt and the ass. What? You don’t do ass? It’s disgusting? Well for once we agree. That’s why Carlos and I gave you these piss enemas before, to cleanse your guts from all your shit. Imagine you cleaning Carlos dick after he fucked you like a cheap whore, would you prefer a shitty dick or a spit-lubed dick covered by cum, ass juice and blood? Yes, there is going to be some blood when the heavy piercing shreds your guts. No, you are not going to die. How many times I have to tell you? Your mine, and I will keep you for a long time. Otherwise, how I might supposed to make money if I don’t have a nice and hot stud – yes that’s you – to rent to other men?” “Here drink this. It’s the piss leftover from the enema. Don’t be afraid, I will not punish you if piss overflows your mouth, there is plenty more from where it came from. But I strongly suggest that you start swallowing. After all, we don’t want you to get dehydrated in the middle of your first fuck. Yes, you guessed right. It’s time to fuck. Carlos has been hard for the last half-hour while he was sawing your ass with his three fingers. Now open your mouth and suck on them while I shift over to your head to better hold your legs. Let's see how well you learned from all the preparation. In order to divert your attention from the pain, I am going to play with your dick. You will learn to love another man’s touch on your junk. It is time take your first dick up your ass. Oh fuck! you won’t believe until you see it from the video. Carlos just hawked a thick loogie to lube you, but your open and now hungry asshole just swallowed it like a starving bird eating a worm. Yeah, your hole remained open a little. It is a little bruise also which led me believe that you were telling the truth when you told us that you had never put anything in it, not even your little finger. No, none of your screams convinced us while Carlos fingered your pucker. After all, Ben, you might have been a sniveling cunt trying to fool us.” "Carlos is spreading your bubble ass again, your puckered hole is winking at us. Is it anticipation or are you just a fucking tease? Don’t bother to answer, instead suck on my dick a little. I warn you, don’t get any idea of biting me. If you have the audacity to even graze your teeth on my cock, we will stop our little ass play here and I will pull and knock all your teeth with the blood-rusted plier there on the nightstand. No, I’m just kidding but you get the idea. You have a pretty face, so make sure you keep it that way. Can you feel that? Carlos is gonna push his big fat pierced-cockhead, like small apple against your virgin pussy. When I say push, push your ass like when you take a shit, it will ease the cock to go in. Oh Carlos! I am sorry Ben; Carlos couldn’t resist much longer. After all, you have been teasing him with this nice virgin ass of yours for hours. Now calm down, breathe, it must have hurt like hell. I would kill anyone before they try to fuck me with this kind of blunt prick, but we are not all alike, aren’t we Ben? Thank god, I had the idea to pull my cock out of your mouth! Hang on babe, suck on your boxer brief again. On top of muffling your screams, it will act as a pacifier.” “Sssh… it’s almost over. Carlos will pull out and we will try a different position. Lay on your side facing me, closer, no need to go shy on me again. I would say we are way past that. I'd love to untie your hands, but I just don't dare. Carlos is going to cuddle you from behind, you should now feel his cock trapped in your ass crack. I’m sure it is quite a sensation. Now, lift that leg up, yes like this, hold it. You are doing so great, such a good boytoy. Here it goes! See it is much easier like this. I can’t understand what you say, but don’t worry Carlos is going to stop right after he is past your ass ring. I can feel all your muscles tensed, it is very erotic and sensual to me. Come on Carlos, stop teasing him and push your fucking cock in him. The wait is killing him! Oh wow! You’ve done it like a good obedient faggot! You got the angry-red cockhead in! It hurts? Yeah, I bet it does. I know you are not use to it yet. Ben, don’t you forget anything? I am chewing on your tits again. What are you supposed to do? Good girl, that’s it, push those tits out. You are so lucky that I am into you, that I make you realize how much your tits can bring you pleasure. I love to make you feel good. Look down, your hard babe! Carlos and I know how to please straight guy like you. Are you sure that you are fully-hard because it doesn’t look to be 7 inches, not even 6, more like a clit? Does it feel good when I rub your hard clit? Your size doesn’t matter, really, it’s not that you are going to fuck anyone ever, right? On the other hand, Carlos and I are still going to get our nuts and tap your hot hole a numerous number of times over the weekend. And we’re not even past Friday midnight, isn’t great?” “You should had the time to adjust by now, because Carlos will start feeding your sweet little hole until he buries all of his nine-inch deep in your pussy. Let me lean over so I can be first witness when he will sink his missile-shape cock right down your straight chute. Oh wait, Carlos wants you on your back again, swing your leg over here, don’t grimace like that it doesn’t put you at your best advantage. Try to smile. Good god it looks like a corkscrew in your ass. Put your head here, kiss my piss slit. Go on, use your tongue. Make me believe you really want to, so I don’t have to punish you. Good girl.” “YOU DID IT, YOU GOT IT ALL IN YOU! Hell! All fucking nine-inch! Carlos said its like an oven down there. Try to relax your ass muscles, you don’t want to have Carlos cum already. With all the effort you put in so far, you owe to enjoy it! Oh, you have a cramp in your thigh… well… wrap those athlete legs around Carlos… Go back nursing my cock and this time no more interruption. My balls are boiling down there, and they want to shoot the full 4-day poz load they have been cooking for you down your throat. You will have to work for it, thought. Your going to do fine, everything is going to be fine.” It was quite a sight to see this 19-year-old straight athlete sucking on my poz cock while impaled on one of the fattest Latino cock I ever seen. He had cried so much that his red were bloody red. His lips had turned into a purple shade from my prolonged nibbling session. His tits sore, I had licked, sucked and bit them way much more he wanted. His treacherous cock was standing at attention despite the humiliation and the pain. May be he was a pain pig? His ass globes had taken a dark red color with all the slapping Carlos had given him while fingering his hole. The ass lips had lost their innocent pinkish look due to the unceasing stretch exercise they have received. Carlos heavy-weight tattooed buddy was glistening with sweat from exertion. Me? Well, I was comforting Ben in his journey, reassuring him at every steps of his manhood was stripped. Ben’s eyes had rolled out into oblivion. I am sure his mind would have too if I wasn’t there to bring him back to reality, messing with his mind. I read somewhere something about “guys getting fucked up to get fucked... [Don't try this at home!]” And Ben was doing all this consciously, without drugs, not even manufactured lube! Only saliva, sweat and piss and soon poz cum. I prefer guys to experience their descent to submission while they still have their mind alert. Then when they broke, they are never able to get back to normal; like a missing piece of a puzzle, like a lost dog looking back to return to his master. Ben wouldn’t be an exception. Once pozzed, rejected by his family, his best friend, other friends and, ah! his no longer girlfriend, Ben would turn to me, his savior! I wouldn’t let him down. I am not a cruel person. I would provide him with shelter, food and clothes (well, a jockstrap at most as he wouldn’t need much). I would even pay for medication if he wanted to. I will put him up to work at the bathhouse, finding tricks so he can earn his living. No professional career for him. No wife and children. Carlos and I would be his loving family. “Don’t pass out! Here, let me spit on your face and lick it up back. Hmmm… your armpits hair are wet and smell good. Let me lick those pits as well, I bet this acrid taste sweat taste good. You will learn soon that anything that comes up from a man tastes good. You will learn to crave it. Oh! Did you moan from my licking or from the fact that Carlos had started to piston his cock in your no longer virgin asshole? Did I told you that you are handsome?” “Make an effort to memorize every second of it, this sharing experience. You know things are going to get lots easier for you. After Carlos… you will be able to take my dick easily. I will slide in so easy… no problem taking eight inches after you've had nine. Of course, by the weekend you'll be taking dick like a professional whore. And then Jeremy might want to have a piece of your ass after he gets bored pounding your ex. Do you think he will prefer yours or your girlfriend ass? Based on Carlos’ comment, I will bet on yours. Soon your pussy will be looser and one night while we cuddled together, we will have a pillow talk and we will laugh at all the fuss you made today. But today, on the other hand, requires you to give your best. Push back your ass to Carlos’ thrusts. Let him see that you can take it like a man, that you are not one of these sissies. Try to stuff some cock in by yourself. There you go, see it wasn’t hard. Before sunrise tomorrow, you'll be sitting on that dick and bouncing.” “Ughhh! I’m cumming, keep your mouth on, don’t dare to stop sucking, Ughhh! Take it… take it you whore… Ughhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Start swallowing or you’ll be first straight man to drown on cum. Ughhh!... Oh yeah, move your tongue like that… Ughhh!... You were good baby, oh fuck! it always prime me up to know that I am the first one to nut in a cherry throat. Your nose is running cum, you're all worked up. Let me wipe my cock snot off on the boxer. Don't worry, I'll put it back in your mouth. The way you finished me tells me you like it. Good news for you, I can feed it to you few times a day!” "Jesus Carlos, you are like a possessed man, wow! I never saw you fuck like this, is Ben working your cock with his ass? Look at him buck, you'd think he is having a convulsion or something… I don't know about you, but I am having a wonderful time. I want to thank you Ben for making this night memorable. Here, does it feel any better if I twist and pull on your tits? Oh! you remembered to shove your chest up! All hope is not lost! We'll be doing a lot of that, and more, over the weekend. Before we're through, you'll have tits like your girlfriend. Atta boy, stick those tits out, lets see how far I can pull them out. Here, give me back the boxer and breathe otherwise you will have a hell of a headache.” "Okay Carlos, let’s conclude this! Get on your knees faggot, face and shoulders pressed down into the mattress, ass up! Fuck him Carlos! Amazing, you are taking it liked a champ! Carlos will not last long. Open that mouth of yours and suck my dick, work me up again. When Carlos is done giving you a first dose of toxic cum. I will be ready to plow your pussy, making sure your guts digest its first poz meal! Then, I will feed you the dessert you deserved! Ready? Lets have some more fun!”

Physically nothing beats the sensation of dude's raw asshole stroking my cock, specially when I'm cumming. Psychologically I feel like a fucking stallion when I'm planting my seed in another male's ass.

yeah, wow. i have a pretty deluxe fuck machine, but have only taken it 30-40 minutes. i've gotten to a place where i need/want the emotional/psychological energy of a Guy wanting/needing to breed connected to the actual physical experience of being penetrated and fucked. i could probably take it longer if a Guy was using the fuck machine with me vs me just taking the machine.

Nice 😉

Fuck yeah. My kind of story and you had me boned up all the way through it. Can’t wait to read more.

took a couple guys loads getting fucked outdoors in a popular cruising spot today while a couple random guys watched. one of them ended up letting me suck his cock.

Honestly, I love a glory hole, especially a constructed one at a Bathhouse like Midtowne in LA. While sucking cock is certainly entertaining, my true passion is sucking the top until he is rock hard, then turning around and presenting my ass to the gloryhole for breeding. About half the time, the top withdraws and leaves. A lot of guys still just aren't into bare breeding. But for those who are, I love the moment that they realize their cock is now sliding around a lubed hole. Typically they pause for a moment, position the head of their cock and then slide right in. Maybe cause they are so turned on, the experience is likely to be a one or two minute pump and dump. Occasionally they want more and will leave their side, knock on my door and want to join me to fuck in my booth. But usually they just anonymously seed me and pull out. I often try to turn to clean them, but usually they are headed out the door before I can provide this service. Sometimes, late at night, I just dispense with the blow job entirely and place my sloppy hole up against the glory hole. At Midtowne, you can see feet under the partitions, so they can tell when an ass is being offered. In those cases, tops just step in, randomly dump and go. This is probably my favorite GH activity of all.

Still one of the best stories on this site.

Before I give any advice, let me say it's predicated on my reading the following into what you're saying: 1. You consider yourself somewhat on the bisexual spectrum, though most of your experience has been with women; 2. You are curious about/interested in expanding your limited experiences with men; 3. You had some performance issues the one time you tried to top; and 4. You wonder if you might be a bottom. Assuming all that is true: First, it's not the case that all bottom men lack the ability to penetrate another man (or a woman), and it's not the case that one episode of erectile dysfunction means you can't get it up to fuck men. That's a lot of work to impose on one experience that didn't go as well as you'd like. I've known tops ("100%" tops) who had trouble getting hard in a particular situation. Sometimes it's stress, sometimes it's lack of interest in the particular bottom, sometimes it's being tired - any number of reasons, but don't assume you have to be a bottom because you weren't successful in fucking this one guy. Add in the fact that you've never done it before, hence nervous about how you'll do, and it's not surprising you might have difficulty. You can keep at it, and try again, either with this same guy, or another. I'd recommend you tell him up front you've not done it before, and you need to work up to it - and then do exactly that. Take your time, get hard, make out while you do, but hold off on trying to fuck until you're so hard and worked up you feel like you're about to explode - and THEN try. You may not last long, but you're more likely to stay hard enough to penetrate, and then you've broken the first barrier. With more practice, whatever nerves you may have been facing should dissipate. That's not to say you shouldn't try getting fucked, if you want to! You can even simulate some of the experience with a *rational-sized* dildo (that is, don't start with one of those foot-long things as thick as a beer can), use lots of lube, and find out if you like that part of the sensation. It's not the complete experience of being fucked by a man, just like jacking off into your fist isn't the complete experience of fucking a woman, but it's a starting point. And it may be that you find you much prefer bottoming to topping - there are a lot of guys in that situation! And there's nothing wrong with that, either (except that, as you'll learn on here, there are almost always a lot more bottoms to go around than tops). Either way: if you're thinking of more experiences with men, GET ON PrEP. Not "soon", not "once I start playing more", not "if I decide I like this" - NOW, before you reach the point of being active enough that it could be critical.

Part 6 Since I’ve known you, you have been flaunting your little tight ass in front of me. I kept noticing your good looks and slender body through your clothes. Of course, I assumed you were straight, and being the horny bastard that I am, it made me lust for you even more. It was a different story for your friend Max, the way he looked at you, and other guys in class, the way he smiled; oh yeah Max got me hard every time I had the leisure to [banned word] on him. That’s right, look but not touch. I am your teacher, and you are not quite legal, yet. By the end of next month, that will all change as you will graduate to the adult world. The two best friends, Leo and Max, born 6 days apart, will celebrate their eighteen birthdays. And me, the “Old Pattison”, will be on a mission to tap these little asses, and teach you few more extracurricular tricks. *** The “Old Pattison” was caressing Leo’s naked body. Leo was breathing peacefully, still asleep. John was kneeling next to the bed, observing the little old man. His master. *** He had been one of his pupils, years ago. Back then, two years later after his graduation, in a party venue, he stumbled on his teacher. Half-drunk, he started chatting with his ex-teacher. Well, he drank more than he talked. Pattison had recounted him the night’s events. It was a slurring and sleepy head that was directed, by a very watchful – how convenient! - professor to the basement. John had totally forgot about his girlfriend upstairs. “You have never drink Jack’s before?” Pattison asked John. “Nnno…” and he drank the shotglass offered to him, and the next ones until he was unable to raise his arm anymore. You needed to piss badly and mumbled something about wetting your pants. “It's too late to go the bathroom upstairs, and besides, you're too drunk to walk. You'd better come with me.” You suspected nothing, even though Pattison told you that he has to go as well, and that he will share his piss with you. There were few other people with us in the basement, no big deal. Pattison drag you in the laundry corner. You're too drunk to rationalize that there was a bathroom next door! You have trouble unzipping your jeans. “Uncoordinated fingers working with uncooperative zipper is not a winning solution”, I told you. So, he offered you some help in taking off your clothing, first he removed your T-shirt and tossed it aside. “Hey…” you protested a little, but he ignored you and his hands unbuttoned your jeans and tug them downward. “Hey…” you protested more vigorously for few seconds before falling back in you drunk haze. “No sweat! We're guys! Right?” he laughed at you. He had you standing in underwear – not for long - not remembering when you lost your shoes and socks. Emptying the hamper on the floor, Pattison throws your underwear on the pile of dirty laundry. “Piss now” he ordered you, aiming your cock on your soon-to-be-soiled undies. Neither the pee shyness, nor the fact that another man is holding your cock seems to bother you. And piss, you do! “My turn” a grinning Pattison said before he dropped you on the wet mass and shoved your yellow-stained underwear in your mouth. “No… no… no… be a good boy and keep them in your mouth” the man said you, shoving them back in. “Now, look at me” Pattison pulled out his cock. A pretty large one for a small man. In fact, bigger than your own, bigger than any cock you have seen in locker rooms – not that you were intentionally looking. Warm piss was flowing on your head and body. Your eyes were burning, and you kept them closed; not opening them even when the underwear was removed and a cock, no, not a cock, you former teacher’s cock was shoved in your mouth. “Come on, you little straight cunt, suck me good”. Pattison was face-fucking you now, making you gagged. You weren’t able to prevent it, you barfed on it, all the alcohol and what ever your stomach was holding. “Well, this is a very pleasant and unexpected lube!” An enthusiastic Pattison said to no one. You had sobered up enough to understand that you’re naked in front of a naked man both sporting hard cocks, sober enough to realize the door of the room was open and few people looked at you, but still drunk enough to remain passive. No one would come to your rescue. “You will think that the worst thing is about to happen to you. That you are so defenseless, unable to fight back in any way. But you are wrong, right? You can fight back your old teacher and tell me to stop, right? “Yeah… I do” you replied more to convince yourself than really agreeing. “You will think that something terribly humiliating is about to happen to you in front of all these people. You will feel debased, shame will come, but you are not one of those wussy faggots, right?” “I am not a faggot” you replied more assertively. Pattison was now stroking your cock and raising a sensual energy from you, a sexual desire. “We both know it. I will fucked you and you will let me, right? You know it is going to hurt enormously, but nevertheless you will take it like a man. You are a real man, right? “Yeah, I am man” “You understand that I am the one who is doing this to you and that I am going to enjoy every fuckin minute of it, deflowering your virgin ass while you girlfriend is around somewhere, and continue until I am completely satisfied?” “Yes” you responded in a feeble voice. “There is not a damned thing you can do about it! Right?” “Yes, you are right professor” you replied. “Tell everyone, you want me to fuck your boypussy and you want to cum, right?” You looked around, and nodded affirmatively without hesitation. “Not good enough, say it out loud for everyone to hear: “I want to feel you cock taking my cherry until you shoot your precious load in my ass”. John had repeated these words. Words that he still remember today. Words that changed his life forever. Pattison had flipped him around on all four, pushed his head in the smelly dirty clothes and pushed his vomit-lubed cock in his ass. Pattison had shudder at the warmth of his cockhead penetrating the never-explored ass. Holding his hips, he slowly and deeply fucked the boy’s pussy, with John doing nothing but screaming forcefully and hoping it wouldn’t draw more attention, mostly from her girlfriend, and hoping it would be over soon. Hope is never a good option. “Do you remember anything from you sex ed class, John?” Pattison penetrated him so deeply that he almost puked again, then withdrew the slimy cock to the head of his dick. Leaning on his back, the man took both nipples between his fingers, twisted them and plunged back in one movement, eliciting another scream from John. “Remember anything about unprotected sex? Disease you can get?” John was unable to answer by anything than a loud grunt. The teacher kept fucking his ass furiously and roughly, increasing the tempo. The teacher was close to coming and considered blowing his load on his face and in his mouth. “Well, I will no transmit you any common venerial disease. With my load comes a nice gift that I want to share with you. A toxic load. Do you know what I mean? With that Pattison unscrupulously drove his poz cock in the tight ass. And again. Gripping John by his hair, tilting his head backward, still slamming his cock into him so Pattison’s balls were bouncing against his on ballsack, causing a little ache. “Answer me” “YES!” “And what is next?” “CUM!” "No, not cum. Have you listened to me? What's next?" "TOXIC CUM" “Yes, you are right. Warm toxic cum. And where does it go?” “IN MY ASS!” "And you want it? Because there is no going back. Are you sure?" "YES" “Your wish is my command. I am going to breed you boy” Pattison knew it would be a powerful orgasm. Nothing aroused him more than a virgin straight boy cunt. The old man erupted with shot after shot of toxic semen, flooding his guts. Pattison pulled out, took John’s t-shirt and started cleaning his cock covered in ass juice and sperm. “Who’s next?” A young black man stroking his hard cock came forward. “I would like to have a piece of that ass” A girl standing in the second row of the crowd shouted: “Go ahead. Sober him up for good with your dick deep in his ass. He’s not my boyfriend anymore!” She turned around and left leaving a well-freshly fucked John. The black man had his thick and long dick pressing up against his sore hole. Now, on his back, he was looking in the eyes of his fucker. “I’m going to fuck you and you will be a good bitch. Once I start, I won’t stop until I breed you. I want you to know that I share the same gift as the professor”. Grunts of pain were being heard all over the house. For the people that sticked around to John’s second fuck, moans and words like “don’t stop” echoed in the laundry room at each violent lunge of the black weapon he was pathetically impaled on. *** “I will send his boyfriend later to pick him up. You are not to touch him further” was all Old Pattison said before shutting the door behind him.

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.

I like it tight but some bottoms tap out right when I'm in my zone and I hate that. Sometimes I don't have the patience to open them up slowly and my erection is heavy and I need to release. But the tight grip feels so good breaking it in and leaving it gaping.

Started at 11 and never looked back.

Knocked Up In Booth #7 Part 2 I woke up this morning still feeling the effects in my ass of the previous day's fun at the booths. After taking a shower I logged into bbrts and saw that saw that my new BB top friend was online. I sent him a message and we arranged a time to meet at my favorite booth. "You need more of my potent cum?", he asked. "Yes!", I replied. "You know I might knock up that ass, don't you?", he asked. "I know it is bound to happen sooner or later", I admitted. I spent some time cleaning myself out inside, lubing my hole up and stretching it with my plugs, then I headed over to the bookstore. The same guy was behind the counter when I got there as yesterday. He gave me a knowing smile as he counted out $10 in tokens and told me to have fun as I walked to the back passing a few guys loitering around and several other booths that the red light was on and the sound of porn was emenating from without even checking the door as I normally would. I made my way to booth #7 and thankfully it was not occupied. I quickly stripped down to nothing but my jock underwear and assumed the position on the bench to wait for my new top guy. While I was waiting a couple looky-loos stuck their head in and quickly left and one guy came in and groped my ass and felt up my man boobs before moving along. Eventually I heard someone come in, then latch the door. I knew it was him as I hear my lube bottle open and felt the now familiar long, slim finger start to probe my hole. "You ready for my gift?", he growled. "Oh yes, I need it", I gasped. This time he didn't slide in slowly, he slammed the full length in one powerful stroke. Also unlike last time he was now being very vocal. I knew that everyone out in the hall could hear him over the sounds of porn playing. "Yeah, take that dick you pussyboy!", he moaned when he hit bottom. "Give it to me!", was my response. He got into a rythym, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming all the way in until his big, full balls were slapping my taint causing me to moan out. He pounded me through two scenes on the tranny porn that was playing. I was hoping that there were enough tokens in the machine. Finally I heard "Take that charged load you worthless faggot!", he shouted as I felt his dick start to throb and jets of his cum flowing into me. He stayed in me, not even getting soft and then started fucking me. He came two more times before I felt him pull out. He told me the next time he would be bringing along a friend that hadn't bred any ass in a long time and needed to dump some toxic loads. As he left me I could feel cum running down my leg. I wiped up with some tissues I had brought and put my pants, shirt and crocs back on. I could tell I was walking a little funny as I made my way to the front. Several of the guys loitering about in the hallway gave me a sly smirk, knowing that I'd just been well seeded by a big black dick. One of them gave me a little swat on the ass as I walked by. It was a muscular Hispanic guy I'd seen there many times and had sucked off a few times. I'd definitely try to hook up with him again in the future. My memory was he had a nice thick uncut dick and big hairy balls. I love black dick, but I don't discriminate. I am sure looking forward to going back again. To be continued?

Jesus, we all need to jeteson the fear that has been beaton into us by our ultra puritan consevative upbringing...if we live in fear we will never get to enjoy the joys of life...Chlamydia, gono and syph can , in most cases, be cured. Yeah, the shots hurt like hell but STIs are the possible consequences of raw bb sex...have I had STDs...yup, gono twice, syph and Giardia (luv eating freshly bred asses)...but would I trade it for a condum fuck...hell NO...Raw is Law!!! Over cu your "fears" and get your hungry ass...or horned cock...to the nearest bath house, sex club or fuck party and learn to luv life!!! 🤪

Today at the nude beach.

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

I left work early last Friday, I had gone out the night before, drank a little too much and ended up doing some blow as well. My plan was to leave work and go home to crash and recover. Sitting at home for a few, I decided to log onto the apps to see if I could get lucky. I just moved here and it’s a small conservative town. I’m a freak and love to take raw black dicks, I’d pretty much accepted that this wouldn’t be happening here anytime soon. Going through the profiles, I noticed this very dark skin, mean looking guy that I had never seen before. I figured why not, so hit him up, and thirty minutes later he was walking in my front door. He was kinda scary looking, just my type, but was a real cool guy. We go straight to it, I suck on that big uncut black dick until it was rock solid and oozing pre-cum. He was telling me the whole time how glad he was to have found me, then asked if I was gonna give my pussy to him. (I have mixed feelings on the term but willing to go with the flow). I set out a rubber, assuming he’d be like the other guys I’d met here. He laughed and said I’m not using that, I want to nut in that pussy. Say no more, I was face down, ass up in seconds. He spit on my hole and worked It in with his big rough fingers, slapping my ass hard with his other hand. He spit a few more times then poured some lube on the top of my crack, about the time the first drop reached my hole, the fat head of his dick met it there and he started pushing in. He was pretty gentle, which was a surprise, and a relief since it had been a few weeks. Before long he bottomed out, climbed up on the bed standing there with his thick black dick buried in my pink hole. He slowed stroked me for a few then wend to town. He went back and forth between hard fast strokes and slow deliberate strokes. It felt amazing. He talked so much trash talk while he dug me out, it really was a turn on. He reached up and hooked my mouth with a finger, pulled my head back and pounded away til he bust a fat nut deep in me. As we were cleaning up, he made me promise this was not the only time we fucked, I promised. He asked me if I knew anyone that smoked T, I don’t since I just moved here. He explained he sold It and had one eightball left to unload. I told him I’d have to pass, I haven’t smoke in over 3 years, another story another day. About an hour after he left, I was texting him asking him if he still had it, that I wanted it. He was back at my doorstep and in my hole in no time. I didn’t smoke any with him, made plans for another time though. I had to go to the corner store to buy the goods to use my purchase. Soon after, I was back on Grindr and Jackd, I was getting lots of attention and realized the weekend may take a whole other direction. I got loaded a few more times that night and the next morning, then I decided to venture to a larger city close by. The parTy was in full swing with no plans to stop. Next time I’ll talk about the other locals guys that bred my ass before I headed to the city. All in all, I hooked up with 14 guys by Sunday afternoon. I took dick like a champ, in hotels, houses, ABS and a bathroom at a gas station. Hope your like this first part.

After years of having to stop so that I could put a condom on my dick I am over it. Bare is natural. My dick is harder knowing the hole I’m filling is poz.

I'm currently locked in a clear CB3000. My top re-locked me again today after I gave him a blow job. He uses zip ties and not a key lock because in case something (i.e. an emergency) happened. He'll usually takes the cage off when we have sex because he prefers to fuck me missionary style and the cage gets in his way. I always pee sitting down when I'm locked. It's just less messy this way, and I don't need to be walking around work with piss stained pants.

I struggled as those words sank into my head: ‘Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro’ – fucking hell. I need to get out of here now. However I’ve been sucking on a poz cock, and there’s another one targeting my hole. “That’s right bro. Let us in” Glen said as his precum started to drip over my hole and started to make his way in. Fuck it hurt, but a good hurt. Everything screaming at me to wake up out of this nightmare. These two toxic men have me pinned down, with no escape. “What’s your name, pig? Good to know which new members to keep an eye on” “Huh? Um, yeah, it’s Dan” “Hey Dan, hot body you have there. We rarely see guys your age – I’m thinking 40? - still neg here, so you have to understand our excitement.” “Yeah but… I don’t want to join. I just want to go home. Please… let me go and I’ll leave you to it” “Too late bro. You’ve got toxic precum in your mouth and around your pighole now, and those poppers are helping us to see what your prospects are and what you REALLY want” “Seriously, don’t do this. I don’t want to become a poz…” It was then when Glen rammed his cock further into me at the same time as Steve shoved his cock into my throat. The pain of gagging subsided as I got used to my plight. I’m being spit-roasted by two toxic fuckers and somehow calming down into their strokes and rhythm against my best wishes. I could hear Glen and Steve muttering encouragement to each other “Yeah, that’s the stuff. He’s adapting nicely”, “That’s right lad, accept your fate. Let these daddies incubate you and start you off right”. My mind was slowing down. The feelings of fear and panic put on the backburner, as I was reveling in my new glimpses of pigginess. Betraying my sensible side and belonging right in the moment. For the next few minutes I was part of a scene I’d longed for but always felt I’d know when to get out of it. My energy, my whole being basically acting as a life support to a cock. Hey… this isn’t quite as terrifying as I feared. Then I was jolted out of it as Steve roared and blew his load in my hole. My addled mind wondering why come I denied myself that cum, that hole usage all this time? A sense of calm flowed across me. Enlightenment. “Oh Steve, I think you’ve hooked him now” Glen then pulled out of my mouth and replaced Steve at my hole, and then set about adding his blend to the mix. “Two unmedicated poz loads. I bet you didn’t expect your evening to end up quite so exciting, hey Dan? You’re going to become one of us mate, and I can tell that you’re starting to come around to the idea.” Dear God help me.

I agree. The even hotter thing is letting someone breed you when you have no reason to trust them, but you do it anyway because it feels so good.